Life has this little habit of distracting us from ourselves and our creative outlets. At least, that’s what it does to me. House buying, especially, seems to put its pinch on my writing (and any other creative endeavor, save perhaps day dreaming or decorating planning).
That said, looking at houses when you don’t need to pick one can inspire characters, worlds, even whole plots. What would you all make from this place? (a tip… sometimes Realtor.com allows you to look up not only the present listings of homes but images from prior listings if you look for a home that has been recently sold… try looking up your own home; you might be surprised at what you find)
House hunting (and all that it has involved, even down to having to UN-buy a home that wasn’t at we’d been lead to believe… on several levels) has pretty much taken all of my mental energy lately. I have managed to keep up regular posts for the ROW80 blog and during some of the car rides between NY and NJ, I’ve caught up on my reading (presently 2/3s of the way through Priestdaddy by Patricia Lockwood), and get a bit of editing done as well as get partway through a beta read I’m doing for a fellow RWA member.
Not much else… packing has slowed, cleaning has staggered… barely clinging to life, and now we’re in the month of Mabee Birthdays, so if I spontaneously start talking about presents and/or deserts, please bear with me. At least the calories here are virtual ones. 😉
And now for my regular Wednesday offering, the bit you’ve all been waiting for…
Since I’ve only been able to get edits done lately and my goal has been to get some of my fanfiction posted online, today’s snippet comes from the Was Long Variation. A short excerpt from ‘Listii’s POV, six paragraphs for the 6th of March.
He waited as Audric and Gillian reviewed the facilities. Should he call Ansi-Desorta and reserve a space at the pools, he wondered. He wasn’t up to dealing with a crowd today. In his arms, ‘Myyu leaned carelessly. The child giggled, playing one of those games that only young ones could understand with the girl, Flora.
Valistii smiled when she noticed his glance. The smile wasn’t meant solely to reassure her. He remembered another little girl of that age from long ago. He set his son down. “My arm’s tired, miska. Stay put and don’t touch anything.”
He went over to learn the consensus from his charges before he dwelt longer on how much the girl looked like Atyr had at five.
“Will you need anything further of me?” he asked.
Audric looked up from where he’d been reviewing the isolation tanks, running his finger through the air by the touch pad. “I could wish the specs weren’t in Acarian, so I knew exactly how finely these can be calibrated, but otherwise this looks like it’ll do well. Do your people use a gel method—.” The man stopped himself short. “I’m sorry. I should probably wait and ask your technicians such things.”
‘Listii tried not to look annoyed, though he feared he did. It never failed to amaze him how his military station seemed to imply to so many that he had shit for brains. “We require acrylamide be used in an isolab. I already requested an assistant to help you there. Depending on your needs, agarose might suffice. Any electrophoresis will be handled by our techs. I confess some curiosity though. I thought you’d already tested these grafts.”
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