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LJ Idol Exhibit B: Week 4: And I wish.
There is a bay I know, a little north of here and somewhere south of Alaska. A cool green basin where kelp rises up in gleaming strands from depths like tinted glass and where the shore wraps silence inside a tapestry of deep-etched sandstone and guardian trees. The dock there is old, silver and black wood, the timbers worn and smooth by ( Read more... ) -
LJ Idol Exhibit B: Week 3: A Bite.
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LJ Idol Exhibit B: Week 2
No one remembers our social gaffs like ourselves. To anyone else, they flake away with that very night's sleep, gone in that nightly shuffle of short-term into long-term memory. But we paint them bright on that day's page in our own ledgers like an illuminated first letter, and everything else we could remember about that day, be it party, work, or ( Read more... ) -
LJ Idol Exhibit B: Week 1: Intersections. I'm writing with mezzogiorno
He was still warm. Clara sat still, so still, holding his hand. The machines were quiet beside her, their presence unwelcome and somehow still intrusive, the slow flicker of an orange stand-by light as garish in the corner of her eye as a police-car's lights. His skin felt... ordinary. Everyday. She wasn't sure what she had expected, before she'd ( Read more... ) -
LJ Idol Exhibit B: Week 0: Introductions
One possible introduction for shanns_ljidolShann is one of those people who you meet on a bus, when the hour is so late and the road has been so long that you aren't entirely sure you're awake. Conversation passes with the same effortless slipping as the yellow stripes in the road, topics like the peaks and swoops of power lines and laughter like the headlights ( Read more... ) -
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Because I need more things to procrastinate writing, I'm joining LJI:XB!
Edit to add: A few recent gaps in this journal are filled in at http://i-id.dreamwidth.org/ -
Boat update!
Today came with an unexpected amount of progress on Gandalf! Dad, apparently, woke up with a bug in his ear about it, and so he provided the motivation I was missing to just Get To Work. Together, we pulled out the entire port bunk and the shelf behind it, cut, pried, and unscrewed the v-berth locker from the main cabin bulkhead, and worked the ( Read more... ) -
Haunted Hotel and TDL.
My haunted hotel is being haunty again.
(Disclaimer here; I do not believe in ghosts. I have seen one thing in my life that I can only explain using ghosts as the narrative, but I don't believe that the dead linger around to fuck with us, that mean thoughts take shape to prey on the living, or anything similar. I could, conceivably, believe in thin ( Read more... ) -
Pretending I haven't neglected this journal for months on end...
I have two spaces I’m working on to unfuck right now. First is my room. It’s a very tiny room, and so it gets destroyed very easily, and then becomes so hard to move around in that cleaning it up feels like a ridiculously complicated task ( Read more... ) -
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I really miss the days when writing came easily to me.