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#SoCS: “Eco”

It’s a bit late to be thinking about posting for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday, but…  it technically is still Saturday (an hour before midnight counts, right?)

Seems good enough for me.  So here goes…

This meme/blog hop hosted by Linda Hill happens every week.  (I guess there is also something else going on called “Just Jot it January” as well.  This isn’t one of those posts, though, barring a small bit of typo-fixing and spelling correction, this is scarily raw stuff).

For a bit of background, Parvenu the name of the first set of books I started writing, a trilogy of Release, Soulclaimed and Moon-called.  The main character’s name is Kieri. 

The first thing that came to mind as I read the prompt was Parvenu, or at least the first book of the series. Not sure why… Maybe because the initial fanfiction stories that lead into the development of Kieri Vestimorn’s character evolved from a cartoon involving a massive ecological disaster on a galactic scale. There were other reasons, of course. I’d noted in the story itself how Daryl was so happy and proud to call Kieri his son when the birthrate on Acaria had suffered so much after the pollution and deforestation the planet had suffered during its industrial age and as its budding space-faring economy developed. How so many girls seemed to be born as opposed to boys and the survival of those few sons was a challenge, even with advanced genetics researchers on the planet and medical facilities that drew patients from all over the galaxy because of their skill and success rates

Acaria could cure the ills of universe, but seemed helpless to save the lives of their own children….

I did have a reason for this built into the storyline as well. it also explained why genetics research was such an obsession in Acarian society and why crossbreeding of different species worked.  I think I developed some even on the economic reasons for this situation (too many of which revolve around the patriarchal underpinnings of Acarian society and the fact that Acarian women… at least until recent times, outnumbered Acarian men by a 1:3 ratio [technically, I guess that is supposed to be 3:1 not the other way around ]; with numbers like that, then the decreased birthrate, boys just were valuable—no other way to say it).

So yeah, I guess I can see why Release (and all the books in the Parvenu trilogy I was laying out would fit into an “eco” themed post. Even the later two books, when Kieri tries to deny his father’s place in his life and Andy finds his place in society and as Kieri’s equal… The same ecological disaster had harmed the world these two boys ended up growing up on. The same economic forces pushed them there, away from their families or anyone who might have been able to protect them from the abuse they suffered.

That’s all I have for you tonight.  If you’d like to read more about the fan fiction that inspired the series, here’s a good start.

Chicanery — a WIPpet post

It’s Wednesday.



It’s Wednesday and a major holiday for most people, so it probably seems odd to post today.  I mean, how many people will post blogs today?  Especially WIPpets.

I’m posting.  I must.  I must post because I have a terrible tendency to forget to post if I miss a week.  Then I feel guilty, then I don’t want to post anything.  Then I…

Long story short, I need some consistency.  So, while I’m looking across our livingroom scattered as it is with the dregs of Christmas morning, decorated tree and Nutcracker on the video PC, let me give you something of a Christmas present.

Fantasia has always been on my short-list of beloved movies.  Clair de Lune has likewise been one of m favorite pieces of music.  When Disney first released Fantasia, several songs were dropped from production.  Some were even cut after filming.  Here is one of those pieces:

also…  please enjoy this amazing piece to make a White Christmas seem more real, even in areas like ours where the snow left two days ago:


I dropped into Chapter 22 of Release for this WIPpet since I didn’t have a Chapter 44.  “Forty-four?” you say.  “What does 44 have to do with the 25th of December?”

Nothing really, save I turned 44 today.  Yep.  That’s me.  Double doubles…

I did give you 25 sentences to make up for the other weirdness.

“Fine thing to tell me now,” I growled, taking Chaz’s cigarettes off of the desk and snitching one. I fumbled a moment with my dead lighter before Chaz sighed and reached into his pocket for his. “Thanks.” I held it back out to him but didn’t release it when he reached out his hand. “Tell me something, Chaz.”

His brow rose. “Yes?”

I let go of the lighter and moved away to grab a seat by the ashtray. “Is everyone here involved in this chicanery?”

A chuckle formed at his lips and was held back barely. “Chicanery. Where’d you learn a big word like that?”

Chaz had developed evasion into an artform. I was more certain of that than I’d ever been before. Still, I winced, regretting what I’d said. Given all that had happened since our arrival, it was mad to think Chaz would have just let those things happen. He had lost as much as I had, even more than I had. Two of his own children and one of his lovers were dead. Ellen and he had lost their sister. I managed an apologetic smile. “I saw it used on the vid.”

He just nodded. “And to think some people say the thing has no redeeming value whatsoever. Go, get those errands done. I want you taking a rest around Nooning.”

Well, that’s it for today.  Hope you enjoyed the ‘pet and had a lovely holiday if you celebrate.  Blessings of goodwill and the season go with you all.

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Beyond Life — a WIPpet/ROW80 post

Cough and the Common Cold

Cough and the Common Cold (Photo credit: RobertFrancis)


Okay…  said it.  I feel bleh.  I have a head cold that is just draining all conscious thought from my brain.  I have a cough that won’t quit…  I feel bleh!

Sorry, had to get that out of my head.  Hope you all don’t mind.


Long story, short story…  the whole story: I goofed off all weekend, cleaned house, played Minecraft, and had some family time.  Now I’m hip deep in editing again, have started a full story-world bible to help me get a better grasp of my secondary characters and subplots, and I’ve added another two scenes to my Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors fanfiction.

I’m behind on my sponsor duties, and I missed my Sunday post (wish I could say I was sick then, but I really was just spacing).  That’s alright.  It was about being a Grinch anyway, and who needs a downer so close to the end of the year and all the holiday buzz?

So there’s not much to say here except “let’s do a…”


Simple maths today: 9 small paragraphs from Chapter 18 of Release:

It didn’t happen the way she’d said it would. Instead of a rush of strength outward, I was nearly crushed under the inrush of strength. For a minute I panicked, watching as Tam’s wife started to collapse against the altar, then checked myself and concentrated on blocking the channels she’d opened in my mind. As soon as the flow stopped, I rushed into the circle no longer caring if I followed the ritual or not.

Ellen looked up as I helped her from the stone to sit on the ground. “The firecall, Kieri. You have to do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I swallowed, wanting to apologize so much for messing things up. “I can’t…”

“Won’t,” she whispered. “No healer could…” She caught her breath for a second, then forced her gaze on mine. “Please, try. For me. For Kara. The words… Tyrai mishæ naityru.”

I clenched my fist for a moment, then let my gaze turn toward the altar behind us. My senses felt hyper aware. Though I was at the wrong angle to see Kara’s body laying there, I could see her. I was aware of every one of the people around us, the exact kinds of trees that circled our clearing, the rabbit that nestled with her young in a burrow several yards away. Could I do what she wanted? She said I could. But what she’d told me to say sounded totally wrong when I said it.

Mouse’s words rang in my ears about what I was. I wasn’t Dantii. Hellfires, Daryl Vestimorn had been the Andar’s son and hadn’t been talented at all. What made me think that as Alanii Vestimiir’s grandson I’d be any better? I looked apologetically at Ellen and reached into my pocket for my lighter. Maybe I wasn’t a witch like my grandfather, but I could give Kara a flame to pass her to the world beyond by more mundane means.

Reaching into my pocket made me brush the hilt of the Heir’s blade. I knew as soon as I felt it; just like before, there was a soft voice in my head.

~Nai, Kieri. Trust your instincts. Those words are not for your kind. Say rather Atarmilshiinai atarnii vashiir.~

The mind touch had felt like that of a woman, not the male one I’d heard before. For a moment, I wondered if it had been Kara’s spirit. After all, she was dead. Secrets about me that I didn’t even know would be common knowledge for anybody beyond life.

Funerals are never happy affairs, but usually they don’t come with collapsing priestesses and magic knives to add to the ambiance.  Kieri knows how to pick his venues, hm?

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