Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 14 September 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

Akiko and Sita played a game of Worst Case (this time it was a cargo-landing disaster) while Yasmin tied off the knots, over and under. Jehen, who could read now, told her that the sailors of Karis and the Original World made things fast with knots.

Sailors – not the star-kind, but on water. 

Yasmin thought of the morning ablutions, and the sacred ration with which one washed out the eating-dishes and saluted the Groves. She could not imagine so much water that one traveled over it.

“But it’s true,” Jehen said.

“It’s a story,” Yasmin said. “Like the land of everything you want to eat.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 7 September 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

The light of the Greater Moon cast silver wonderment over the tops of the foliage, black in shadow; it lit the glass-and-metal walkways over which the Sarronny cadets now filed to the dancing-circle, and the stones that marked the verge of the circle. Not a boundary of light or of metal, but stones, as if that circle had stood there since the earliest days of humanity on the Original World. 

There were images of such places in the archives of the journey-ships.

Under the moons’-light, the dancers’ fierce concentration turned their faces to masks. Martisset leaned forward in her seat, in the shallow hillside that made a natural amphitheater around the dancing-circle. 

The Sarronny cadets removed their boots, leaving them in a neat row on the glass catwalk, and then descended barefoot, thirteen steps to the bare ground of the arena. 

One of them had a length of industrial tubing, another a bucket; the twin brother and sister had brought sparring-sticks from the combat studio.

Martisset hadn’t realized that any of those things were drums until they sounded, among a sudden rush of song.

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Goals: And Now a Word from Our Alien Overlords

The projected releases for August are moving to September. Those who really own the planet (see: fungus) have established a beachhead in the HVAC unit in my apartment, so I’ve been working from another location. I’ve also been recovering from the flu-like symptoms that have been dogging me all summer.

In the classic manner of literarily inclined convalescents, I’ve been using this interval for getting caught up on my reading. I counted fifty anthologies on my Kindle app, which I’ve been nibbling away at all summer. I’ve been reading short stories by SF/F authors from around the world, and thinking about how to do short-story reviews in the era of Twitter. Somewhat surprisingly for someone whose prose style was compared to Henry James (by my eighth-grade English teacher, long before I knew who Henry James was), I love me some Twitters. It’s my ticker-tape, news-feed, and bazaar/village square/neighborhood cafe/back fence.

So, coming soon in September (already upon us!):

* weekly review page on this blog
* Twitter short-story reviews
* Novel releases: Lost Pissarro, Inside the Jump
* Short story releases: Sophie in the Heart of Winter, The Broken-Backed House

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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 31 August 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

Mavra stood with the children.

“Why did you stay?” Yasmin asked. 

“It’s time,” Mavra said. “It’s time to come home again. My other home’s gone, and the Dome’s where I was born.”

“Are you going to tell us about the Road of the Stars?” Yasmin asked.

“By and by, little sister,” Mavra said, her human eye still on the Ship’s people, as they filed into the railcar to the Spaceport. “By and by, as much as I can tell.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors, Sunday 24 August 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

“Crow’s wing, they call my sort of hair, on Karis,” the Ship’s Doctor explained, “and yours, little sisters and brother, they call storm-cloud or lamb’s-wool.”

All those names were poetical borrowings from the vocabulary of the Original World, archaic and melancholy. On Sarronny, there were neither crows nor sheep, and the atmosphere did not make clouds that one could see from the ground.

“With those leaf-and-water eyes,” he told Jehen, “you’ll have an Astok in your family tree, somewheres-a-back. That eye color is recessive, but they stitched it into their genome for fancy’s sake.”

Yasmin laughed aloud at that. She and Ferenc looked at each other, brown eyes to brown, and Jehen frowned as they burst into giggles together.

“Or it could have been chance,” the Quartermaster said. “The Astokka haven’t an exclusive claim on everything, though to hear their own legends, you’d think they invented the sunrise. And sex, too, into the bargain.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 17 August 2014 (WIP: Ship’s Heart)

Between the tall windows of the refectory hung panels showing robed figures fishing from reed-boats. Yasmin spooned up pea-and-bean stew (“your third serving!” Jehen had said, “just how are you going to dance?”). The panel opposite their table showed an androgynous figure in many layers of sea-green and sky-blue and violet-white mist, as if she were clothed in sea and atmosphere. She stood in the reed-boat, one foot on either side of the plank seat, with the oars hanging loose in their locks; she smiled slightly, her palms upturned and thumb meeting forefinger; from each hand stretched a silver thread as thin as a weaving-spider’s guy-wire; at the other end, in the water, fish swarmed about it.

“‘She fishes neither with pole nor hook, and catches wisdom,’” quoted Genubi.

Yasmin frowned, focusing on the absurd image but not losing her attention to the delicious food. So that was the Goddess of the Ancient Sea. She had imagined the whirling dance of ocean, polar ice, and forest, not this rather absurd aristocrat standing in a boat in a way, what’s more, calculated to tip the vessel. 

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POV Yasmin, age 17. From novel-in-progress, Ship’s Heart. 

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Weekend Writing Warriors: Sunday 10 August 2014 (Published Works sampler)

Terence has a new inamorata. 

I’ve told him time after time that this never works out.  (In the Laboratory of the Night)

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Erika knew when her mother had come in from patrol. From ancient habit, she woke at each of the hinges of the night, and then at moonset.  (Erika and the Vampire)

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The sun glittered on the Mississippi River, washed the old Stone Arch railroad bridge in golden light, and lit the riverbank foliage to lamps. Radiance caught in the topmost treetops and Anton swept all of it up and claimed it in a single gesture. (Max and the Ghost)

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Once upon a time on the Original World, there was an old man who traded one eye for wisdom.

The story is ancient; it came with us on the journey-ships, and traversed the Original Jump. (Tales from the Inhabited Worlds)

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The opening two lines of each of my four published works to date. The next time I do one of these, I will have eight published works. Hopefully that will be some time before the end of the year!

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