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Moving.
I suppose this has been a long time coming, but it's official - I'm leaving LJ. By this point, many of my old friends have left the site and I've slowed down my posting. In addition, the new ToS is making me very uneasy. I don't feel comfortable posting here with that hanging over my head ( Read more... ) -
Literary Device Bingo
So excited about my new bingo card! I'm looking forward to working my way through it. (I think theemdash gave me all the hard and unusual ones, lol.) I'll include links here when I finish things.
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Fiction: "the empty sky above"
the empty sky above
--for interfaceleader's prompt: "She would never go home again." I'm sure it isn't what she wanted, but... that's how these things go, I guess. Hope she likes it anyway!
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Fiction: "the inescapable sensation of flying just before you hit the ground"
the inescapable sensation of flying just before you hit the ground
--for cookielaura and her lovely prompt of "dying embers" (I feel like I should apologize, because this is a lot stranger than I intended. But it's also completely me, so I won't grovel too much. I also ride the English language and perspective pretty hard in this, so prepare yourself.)
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The Year in Review.
I'm looking back on 2016, and feeling a bit surprised! So much has happened! I had a job, lost it, and got a new one. I moved out of my parents' house and into my own apartment. I wrote a complete draft of a novel and revised it. It hasn't been everything that I expected, or everything I wanted, but it's been good. At the beginning of the year I ( Read more... ) -
Apace.
While the world slowly unravels, like the edge of that old sweater that you have worn so many times it is given up entirely, life continues.
I went to work on Thursday and Friday at my second job, which is teaching art. It was exhausting, but enjoyable. I found myself thinking that it was good that I was busy so that I didn't have to dwell on the ( Read more... ) -
Dear Yuletide
Dear Yuletide Author ( Read more... ) -
the iris
When I leave this place, I leave a patch of iris bulbs. They are in the back garden, sandwiched between brick-lain walls in a patch of dirt that has been mostly forgotten and gone to seed. One has bloomed, a deep crimson with wild streaks of yellow running from base to tip. They are caught in a web of shadow ( Read more... )