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What Do You Call a Beginning That Happens in the Middle?

November 16, 2011 by

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So I had this absurd little short story that stood in direct opposition to my character instincts, but nonetheless made me giggle. Which was fine. I’m pro things-that-make-me-giggle. But I didn’t have any intention of doing anything with it — other than snicker about it a bit and show it to Kitty (who laughed — […]

Origin Story: Part the First

November 15, 2011 by

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So I’ve had a few people ask me: Where did this book come from? And my brain automatically leaps to the most inappropriate answer: Well, when a writer and a laptop love each other very much… *cough* Anyway… the actual answer is rather long. Mostly because this story has multiple incarnations and each regeneration is […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Ten

November 14, 2011 by

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9 Soon, he told me, I must be given to the Court. —A tradition, and only as worthy as that, he told me. For, at most auspicious times it was mannered, for one to put forth their lives in service to a crown. He laughed, no, it was not only they who had ever believed […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Nine

November 14, 2011 by

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Into this gentle fray, a well known Mithril strode. And at his side, an unknown boy, cast of an un-Elven joy. So a gauntlet had began, where Mithril’s wit and mine were to be questioned most closely. He has his friends ~it is true. Though they were not begging for my introduction. ‘A new boy, […]

Do You Ever Do That Thing Where You’re Looking at a Word or Hearing a Word And All of a Sudden it Ceases to Have Meaning?*

November 14, 2011 by

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You’re staring at this bizarre combination of syllables and thinking, What is that even? How is that supposed to convey anything? Why are those sounds or letters in that order? That’s not even language. Which, I suppose, is fair. After all language is only words or letters that convey meaning. In that moment they don’t […]

The Song of Dalsarion: Eight

November 12, 2011 by

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7 A town we pass through, where my mind has wandered with my eyes, I point out a circle of charred stones. And Mithril, ‘Aye,’ ruins of the old-city guild, he says. Standing there in place where once their proud city- father’s hall had stood. In the very olden days, cities came together, it seemed […]

Friday Poetry: Seasons

November 11, 2011 by

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The season of smoke is upon us— But then, aren’t they all of smoke? The baked pollen of Australian flowers Give us the quite different smell of bush. Our ‘Spring’ less torqued than, bright- Eyed iris tightened by freshened glare. My childhood winters played with A wood-stoked fire behind sooted glass. And what about the […]

Frankly, Watchin’ Donny Beat Nazis to Death is the Closest We Ever Get to Goin’ to the Movies

November 11, 2011 by

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So I just finished watching this Tarantino movie, Inglourious Basterds. (Wow, it actually kinda hurts to deliberately spell that wrong. Although ‘wrong’ is really a misnomer in this instance as that’s the correct way to spell the movie’s name but… eh, you know what I mean.) I had forgotten that I tend to really like […]

Two Brief Moments

November 10, 2011 by

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Untitled Tea Making myself, and burning bone to cast china cups, drinking the tea for the love of it. Scrawling messages in pale clay for under- neath the mulch of leaves. Even if it’s only I who will read my future at the end of it.   (Thanks to the Ben Zabbia Band for inspiration.) […]

Once Upon a Time My Mother Was a Librarian

November 10, 2011 by

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And she would come home from these conferences and say, “I had a lovely time. I danced with John Marsden. He signed this book for you.’ And I would look at it and he’d have written something like, ‘Dear Kandace, Good luck with the writing, John Marsden’. Because my mother would have told him all […]

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