Apparently there is a December Posting Meme? I will offer to do the very low-key version of this, which is ask if anybody has any prompts they would like to give me, without committing to a particular day.
During my day of research, in the Dept of O Tempora O Mores: people in the 1930s whingeing on about the dire effects of Technology upon the populace, and claiming that The Populace were becoming Passive Consumers rather than actively engaging in culture and activities.
Am also reading much-cited book on the English Folk Revival, which puts forward strong arguments that this carried with it an embedded a notion that folk song and dance were somehow generated from the spirit of The FOLK back in Merrie England and manifested a general desire to detach them from any individual.
Am now pondering whether in Ye Merrie Englande Tymes, actually, there were a few people who were composing/performing songs (Anonymous, V Woolf hypothesised, was a woman...) and ditto dances, and the general run of The Peasantry were pretty much just consuming these things... (possibly because they were too busy having scurvy, hallucinating from ergotism, etc, to do much else.)
But, you know, could be worse, and I did keep going up to the very last day instead of giving up, which is new for me. Now I need to decide if I want to keep the 666-words-a-day thing going, or give myself a break. I would at least like to push through and get to an ending for the other original story that's almost done.
And then Yuletide.
I had a ton of fun with the December meme last year - or at least my variation of it- but on the other hand it was a ton of writing that didn't involve finishing things already on my lists. So let's try a different variation of it this year: I have made a list of DW posts that I have been wanting to do/have had half-finished, and you all are going to vote on which ones you would most like to see me post, and then I will see how far down the ranked list I get in December.
What should I post in December?
Chessiecon and CapClave reports
It Came From The Wips File, revisited
Thoughts on Hamilton the Musical
How To Design Selfpub Book Covers that look like pro book covers
How To Get Comments on Your Posts
How To Save Money By Not Buying Stuff, the Melannen way
I attempt to make a post entirely in Icelandic, fail miserably
Jello Mold Updates!
Melannen's Favorite Drunk, Cynical and/or Depressing Christmas Music Mix
Thoughts on The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up
Notes on birth control, for fantasy writers
On relearning piano, two years in
Some Things I Have Been Reading Lately
So What's Up With The OTW Anyway
Over The Garden Wall postwatching reaction
How To Describe Clothing In Fiction
Thoughts on my first time traveling outside the US
Post your scans and squee about Kingyo Used Books and Raven the Pirate Princess
shoes and ships and sealing wax, cabbages and kings; why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.
some links to interesting scientific papers. And stuff.
Stuff from old notebooks
Things that are currently annoying me about aro/ace protrayals in fanfic
My first year with a smartphone, or: sufficiently advanced technology
Mayor Madeleine's 'Country' skills, this time with actual resarch
Why I Don't Read Many Novels No More
Questions for my Readership
Some random meme that looked interesting
that thing you remembered five minutes after posting this
that other post you promised but have clearly forgotten about so I will remind you in a comment
Click to read the linkback poem "The Least of These" (The Ocracies, 11 verses available).
What Is a Poetry Fishbowl?
Writing is usually considered a solitary pursuit. One exception to this is a fascinating exercise called a "fishbowl." This has various forms, but all of them basically involve some kind of writing in public, usually with interaction between author and audience. A famous example is Harlan Ellison's series of "stories under glass" in which he sits in a bookstore window and writes a new story based on an idea that someone gives him. Writing classes sometimes include a version where students watch each other write, often with students calling out suggestions which are chalked up on the blackboard for those writing to use as inspiration.
In this online version of a Poetry Fishbowl, I begin by setting a theme; today's theme is "weather." I invite people to suggest characters, settings, and other things relating to that theme. Then I use those prompts as inspiration for writing poems.
I'm practicing cyberfunded creativity. If you enjoy what I'm doing and want to see more of it, please feed the Bard. The following options are currently available:
1) Sponsor the Fishbowl -- Here is a PayPal button for donations. There is no specific requirement, but $1 is the minimum recommended size for PayPal transactions since they take a cut from every one. You can also donate via check or money order sent by postal mail. If you make a donation and tell me about it, I promise to use one of your prompts. Anonymous donations are perfectly welcome, just won't get that perk. General donations will be tallied, and at the end of the fishbowl I’ll post a list of eligible poems based on the total funding; then the audience can vote on which they want to see posted.
2) Swim, Fishie, Swim! -- A feature in conjunction with fishbowl sponsorship is this progress meter showing the amount donated. There are multiple perks, the top one being a half-price poetry sale on one series when donations reach $300.
3) Buy It Now! -- Gakked from various e-auction sites, this feature allows you to sponsor a specific poem. If you don't want to wait for some editor to buy and publish my poem so you can read it, well, now you don't have to. Sponsoring a poem means that I will immediately post it on my blog for everyone to see, with the name of the sponsor (or another dedicate) if you wish; plus you get a nonexclusive publication right, so you can post it on your own blog or elsewhere as long as you keep the credits intact. You'll need to tell me the title of the poem you want to sponsor. I'm basing the prices on length, and they're comparable to what I typically make selling poetry to magazines (semi-pro rates according to Duotrope's Digest).
0-10 lines: $5
11-25 lines: $10
26-40 lines: $15
41-60 lines: $20
Poems over 60 lines, or with very intricate structure, fall into custom pricing.
4) Commission a scrapbook page. I can render a chosen poem in hardcopy format, on colorful paper, using archival materials for background and any embellishments. This will be suitable for framing or for adding to a scrapbook. Commission details are here. See latest photos of sample scrapbooked poems: "Sample Scrapbooked Poems 1-24-11"
5) Spread the word. Echo or link to this post on your LiveJournal, other blog, Twitter, Facebook, MySpace, Digg, StumbleUpon, or any other social network. Useful Twitter hashtags include #poetryfishbowl and #promptcall. Encourage people to come here and participate in the fishbowl. If you have room for it, including your own prompt will give your readers an idea of what the prompts should look like; ideally, update later to include the thumbnail of the poem I write, and a link to the poem if it gets published. If there is at least one new prompter or donor, I will post an extra freebie poem.
Linkback perk: I have a spare series poem available, and each linkback will reveal a verse of the poem. One person can do multiple links if they're on different services, like Dreamwidth or Twitter, rather than all on LiveJournal. Comment with a link to where you posted. "The Least of These" belongs to The Ocracies and has 11 verses available.
1) I customarily post replies to prompt posts telling people which of their prompts I'm using, with a brief description of the resulting poem(s). If you want to know what's available, watch for those "thumbnails."
2) You don't have to pay me to see a poem based on a prompt that you gave me. I try to send copies of poems to people, mostly using the LJ message function. (Anonymous prompters will miss this perk unless you give me your eddress.) These are for-your-eyes-only, though, not for sharing.
3) Sponsors of the Poetry Fishbowl in general, or of specific poems, will gain access to an extra post in appreciation of their generosity. While you're on the Donors list, you can view all of the custom-locked posts in that category. Click the "donors" tag to read the archive of those. I've also posted a list of other donor perks there. I customarily leave donor names on the list for two months, so you'll get to see the perk-post from this month and next.
4) After the Poetry Fishbowl concludes, I will post a list of unsold poems and their prices, to make it easier for folks to see what they might want to sponsor.
5) If donations total $100 by Friday evening then you get a free $15 poem; $150 gets you a free $20 poem; and $200 gets you a free epic, posted after the Poetry Fishbowl. These will usually be series poems if I have them; otherwise I may offer non-series poems or series poems in a different size. If donations reach $250, you get one step toward a bonus fishbowl; three of these activates the perk, and they don't have to be three months in a row. Everyone will get to vote on which series, and give prompts during the extra fishbowl, although it may be a half-day rather than a whole day. If donations reach $300, you'll get a piece of bonus material.
Feed the Fish!
Now's your chance to participate in the creative process by posting ideas for me to write about. Today's theme is "weather." I'll be soliciting ideas for weathermen, weathered heroes, desert crawlers, strangers blown in on a storm, rainmakers, sun princes, weather deities, Oyuki-san, empathic environment, preparing for bad weather, making predictions, controlling the weather, getting caught in a storm, praying for rain, weathering the storm, huddling against the cold, watching the world burn, rebuilding from the ashes, hostile terraforming, wastelands, any port in a storm, shipwrecks, snow caves, creepy buildings, sanctuaries, habitat foreclosure, hostile weather, space weather, strange alien storms, bizarre seasons, personal raincloud, lightning revelation, demonic charcoal fog, redemption in the rain, first snow, the power of the sun, thunderbirds, and poetic forms in particular. But anything is welcome, really. If you manage to recommend a form that I don't recognize, I will probably pounce on it and ask you for its rules. I do have the first edition of Lewis Turco's The Book of Forms which covers most common and many obscure forms.
I'll post at least one of the fishbowl poems here so you-all can enjoy it. (Remember, you get an extra freebie poem if someone new posts a prompt or makes a donation, and additional perks at $100-$300 in donations. Linkbacks reveal verses of "The Least of These.") The rest of the poems will go into my archive for magazine submission.
is dead. She dies, her mother grieves —
problems of sexuality need not
trouble us here.
Compulsively, in grief, Demeter
circles the earth. We don’t expect to know
what Persephone is doing.
She is dead, the dead are mysteries.
We have here
a mother and a cipher: this is
accurate to the experience
of the mother as
she looks into the infant’s face. She thinks:
I remember when you didn’t exist. The infant
is puzzled; later, the child’s opinion is
she has always existed, just as
her mother has always existed
in her present form. Her mother
is like a figure at a bus stop,
an audience for the bus’s arrival. Before that,
she was the bus, a temporary
home or convenience. Persephone, protected,
stares out the window of the chariot.
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And this has been Radio Free Monday! Thank you for your time. You can post items for my attention at the Radio Free Monday submissions form or via email at copperbadge at gmail dot com. If you're not sure how to proceed, here is a little more about what I do and how you can help (or ask for help!).
If you'd like to sponsor a particular square, especially if you have an idea for what character, series, or situation it would fit -- talk to me and we'll work something out. I've had a few requests for this and the results have been awesome so far. This is a good opportunity for those of you with favorites that don't always mesh well with the themes of my monthly projects. I may still post some of the fills for free, because I'm using this to attract new readers; but if it brings in money, that means I can do more of it. That's part of why I'm crossing some of the bingo prompts with other projects, such as the Poetry Fishbowl.
Underlined prompts have been filled.
DEFINING CHARACTER BINGO CARD
The door opens very quiet and in comes Mr F-, without our wild girl. He comes and sits on the edge of the bed and says that our poor darling is indispos’d, and lyes alone with a flannel-wrapt hot brick against her belly.
O, says I, she is troubl’d with her courses? Sure, I know a most excellent remedy that she might try, did she come along here.
Is’t so? Indeed we might try it if 'twould give her some relief.
He goes and brings our darling, that still clutches her hot brick and looks pale. I kiss her gently and say I know a trick that may work. Now, my dearest, you must suppose that I am a physician or a surgeon that goes about to treat you – no, my love, just lye back and let me operate.
This is a thing that Miss G- and I discover’d during our days, or rather our nights, at Madame Z-'s, when we were both young and particular liable to find our courses troublesome. 'Twas a deal more pleasant than most remedies the profession might apply, and did not leave us heavy like a resort to laudanum.
'Tis entirely medicinal, I tell my dearest love: medicinal? she squeeks, before all she can say is o, o, o. I kiss her and ask does she feel better a little?
O, you wicked creature, she says: sure you should open a practice that offers the like to other suffering ladies.
I think the Colleges would go rage against me for quackery, did I so, say I. And indeed, 'tis a remedy that any woman may take into her own hands. I can feel my darling blush.
Indeed, she says, rubbing her face against my arm, 'tis easier, but I still feel somewhat languid: perchance you and our Grand Turk may find some way to entertain yourselves?
Mr F- says that he minds him of a pretty little Hindoo book that I show’d him once: he thinks that trying to recall those pictures would entertain us and might amuze our wild girl.
O, you wicked fellow, I say: but if the Grand Turk commands, this houri will endeavour to recollect.
This is most extreme entertaining for all of us, tho’ Mrs F- is oblig’d from time to time to stifle her laughter in a pillow.
But comes the time when we must kiss and part and I am left alone.
And in the morning there is the usual chocolate party: Bess also brings me in some breakfast, as, she says, Mama is in the kitchen this morning (I confide that this means that my dearest is feeling very much better). Harry is still not of the party. We have some stories about the elephants and I tell them about the goats that were in the olive grove next to the villa, &C.
My darling Flora shows most affectionate, that I am nearly in tears at, pats at my face and gives me kisses.
Comes in the usual party of Miss N- and Patty to ensure that I am not being bother’d (o, indeed not, I cry), and Miss N- very kindly tells Josh that they are doing some microscopy this morning should he care to join them. Then comes Williams to help me dress, tho’ sure I think I am capable of contriving: I daresay she expects that I will report back on her to Docket.
She asks have I seen anything of the new Duchess and I say, alas, with my sojourn at Naples and very recent return to Town I have seen none of that family, tho’ have spoke with Her Grace’s sister Mrs S-. Williams says she was very surpriz’d at His Grace marrying again so very soon, and doubts not that Lady J- was pushing him. 'Twill be very hard for any new Duchess, for he was most extreme devot’d to Her late Grace: 'twas, she says, somewhat tearfull, quite the romance, and indeed, Lady B-, you know how very shaken he was by her shocking unexpect’d death. She adds that she would find it hard to see another in Her late Grace’s place.
I condole with her, for indeed I still feel immense sorrow at the loss of Duchess Kitty. I add that she has doubtless heard that Tibby has been preferr’d as lady’s maid to Her new Grace. O, that is fine advancement! she replies, and is sure that Tibby, that has been given such admirable training by Docket, will do excellent well.
I go downstairs and into the family room, which is deserted save for Harry, that sits huncht in one corner reading.
How now, Harry, how do you?
He makes a grunt most uncivil.
Sure, Harry, 'tis not surprizing to me that you find our little levées somewhat childish, with our stories of elephants &C, and Quintus desiring to be a tiger, it must be exceeding tiresome to one that would like more serious conversation on matters of moment.
I sit myself down, not too close to him but not across the room either, and make myself rather quiet and still. Are we no longer friends? I ask, since the time you show’d me how to hold a bat so that I might contrive to hit the ball rather than waving as it goes by? I should be sorry for that.
Harry looks up at me and says very low that I should not be in this house.
He mutters that I seem to have beguil’d his poor mama but I am not a fit person to be among them.
Oh? says I. Do you not trust your mama’s – and your papa’s – judgement?
Mayhap they do not know, he says, about the scandal of late concerning Lady B-.
Ah, say I. This would, I apprehend, be a matter of attempt’d bigamy and a denouncement?
By Lady B- that ran from her husband with another man, says Harry.
O, I say, that is 'tother Lady B-.
Harry looks at me in frowning bewilderment.
I am, says I, the Dowager Marchioness of B-. After the death of my dear husband, he was succeeded by a cousin, that was the attempt’d bigamist, the wretch. His wife – that had left him for very good reason, this is a matter you may understand better when you come to older years – tho’ she might have remained in concealment, most bravely went about to prevent him falsely marrying another woman.
Harry looks at me. 'Tis so? he asks.
Indeed 'tis so. Sure I hope do you hear any speak against me – for indeed there is much gossip and scandalmongering in the world – you would not go about fretting, but open your concerns to your mother and father.
Also, he goes on, if you are an old friend of Mama’s youth, why is it that we only heard of you so very recent?
Because it was only of late years that we discover’d one another: we had not been in long correspondence since girlhood.
He falls silent and I see him thinking all this over. He looks so like his father that I mind he may also have our dear Grand Turk’s capacity for putting things together and adding 'em up.
My darling comes into the room. I rise and say I think I shall go up to the schoolroom and see if Miss N- would like me to read some Shakspeare. I covertly brush her hand with mine as we pass as I can make no other sign.
I go sit and fret in my reserv’d chamber for some while.
I then return to the family room with the book in which I write a tale about Neapolitan witchcraft. My love is seated at her desk and Harry is sitting in a corner reading but he no longer looks huncht and unhappy altho’ I think he may have been weeping.
I ask what he is reading.
He tells me it is a horrid tale concerning a haunt’d curricle, that Bellairs gave him in exchange for Lord G- R-'s frank. 'Tis a most excellent fine thing but he thinks he should not let the younger ones read it as it may frighten ‘em.
My dearest looks upon him with a little pride. You must put it somewhere where they will not come across it, then, she says, shall I lock it in my drawer here?
That e’en, Harry perhaps in remorsefullness goes about to be extreme agreeable to his sisters and younger brothers, plays bears with Quintus, and also, very gentle and carefull, with Flora when she desires to join in. O, 'tis most extreme pretty: she will come running and hide in my skirts crying Bear! very excit’d.
Later, however, when I am alone with my dear loves, I open to them my concern that Harry may have somewhat of the right of it and I am indeed not one that they should be admitting to their household and the companionship of their innocent children. One day he or another of them may not unlikely hear some spitefull scandal about the Dowager Marchioness of B-, that was such a notorious courtesan before her marriage, or indeed, it may not be even spitefull that the matter is mention’d -
They both embrace me so tight I am in difficulty to breathe, and beg me not to get into one of your fusses, belov’d C-, for it distresses them mightily.
Indeed, says my darling, I did not go into detail, but I did tell Harry that he might hear matters concerning you, which might or might not be true, but that he should mind that you are now a lady of rank that has been present’d at Court, is receiv’d in quite the best society, is entirely not’d for good works &C, and that does he have any worries, he should bring them to me or to his father.
Dearest, says Mr F-, you know that it would break our hearts did you no longer visit. We could also by no means deprive you of visits to Flora, for we see how very happy that makes you and her.
O, I say, I am quite helpless to resist the desires of my darlings, so I will try not to fuss.
They go about to distract me.
I know a lot of artists, writers, musicians, crafters, and other talented folks who make some of their living from their creative endeavors. I don't always have the money to support them as much as I'd like, but what I can do is set up a virtual faire where vendors can offer their wares to an audience that likes crafts, literature, and small businesses. For those of you doing your holiday shopping, here's an opportunity to buy something made with love, something unusual or unique, in a way that helps make it possible for creative people to go on creating wonders. And there will be no traffic jams, stampedes, or gunfights at the Winterfaire! Enjoy the seasonal offerings on Dreamwidth or on LiveJournal.
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If I had a paper from undergrad, I would use a paper from undergrad. Or even the werewolf paper I did in grad school, substantially revised! But I do not. And it's not going to be easy to write a paper from scratch; I no longer have access to any databases beyond what I can access through NYPL, I don't have access to scholarly journals. NYPL is good but not a patch on a good university library. I guess I should be able to put something together if I start putting Interlibrary loan requests in NOW, but I can't get journal articles through ILL.
(It occurs to me that if I really wanted to do a good job on this, I should take a week off and see how much research I can get through at Duke and UNC -- both of which are pretty generous in giving access to people outside the university, unlike Columbia and NYU. But this is my 'well, if I don't get into any of the super-selective programs I'm applying for, maybe I can at least spend two years sitting by myself in a northern forest' school, so I'm not inclined to put TOO much effort into it).
Universities like it when you have taken some years off for Life Experience after undergrad, but the application process is so much easier if you actually still have access to university resources.
Oh well! I think I at least know what I want to write about now! It is body horror and reproduction in Yoko Ogawa's "Pregnancy Diary." (Or other stories too! I should read Ogawa's Revenge, and see what's out there on the general topic...)
I always need to read more Carol Clover.
(Note to self:
Managing the monstrous feminine : regulating the reproductive body
Knowing Fear : Science, Knowledge and the Development of the Horror Genre.)
Lately saw this somewhere: Christian 'naturism' advocate appointed Bishop of Sherborne.
What this enquiring mind wants to know is, does she cite the tradition of the Ranters? Or Blake playing Adam and Eve in his South London garden?
(I am not sure why the scare quotes round 'naturism' in that headline.)
Thanks to the generosity of many wonderful people, we have received over $850 in donations so far, and we have been given a ride from Del Norte, Colorado to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Where we are now we can stay for free for a little while, so we are in a better position, but we are still without a vehicle of our own. We were able to ship some items home and sell off a few others, which has lightened our load, but we still have too much to take on a bus or train. Rental cars would eat up our funds just getting to the next large city, let alone home. Donations are still welcome, via PayPal.me/TrevorEdwards but at this point we could use some help locating a reliable, used car in the Albuquerque area. It needs to be able to transport us and all of our stuff safely. Which means no subcompacts and no pickup trucks without bed covers. If you know someone in the area with a vehicle that fits the criteria and is willing to sell for less than $1,000 please direct them here. Thank you.
dialecticdreamer has also updated the "Pay It Forward" crowdfunding project in support of this. Fills have been written to prompts, and fiction is currently being posted as a reward for linkbacks.
We would like to thank everyone who has helped in any way! The support has been wonderful. <3 you all.
That's okay: half the art of getting boarding-school right lies in packing the trunk beforehand. Besides, no one - and by "no one" I mostly mean myself - budgeted for Martians erupting from the lake the night before school starts. One lucky new girl is facing the adventure of her life...
In other words, I just posted Chapter Six of Three Twins at the Crater School. Should you wish to sign up and follow along, the Patreon project page is here.
So I heated up two tortillas to much firmer than last time. Spread the guac and some finely shredded mozzarella. Topped it with some of the pork apple onion cabbage concoction I created last night and into toaster oven.
And it was closer to pizza though the crust has to be still firmer going in and I may want a pizza cutter so I can make slices instead of resorting to folding.
Still, I think the hummus base will be beter... though I don't seem to be getting hit with the food coma the last attempt engendered.
I wonder what I will come up with next!
In the meantime, I'm making progress on the dining room and managing to stay on top of the kitchen and bathroom so neither goes back to imploding. I have been surprised to realize how decisions about what stays versus goes keeps changing. Today I realized I want the dishes that were a present from Momma (a bunch of nice white formal stuff) out of here. Asked a friend over to help me get them down and boxed up so we can get them into the car and out to a resale shop.
The next thing I have to figure out is if anyone still plays with Nintendo DS Lite systems... because that's about to go, too (and if any of you playing along at home want it, I'm happy to send it on. Fairly sure it's complete. Never played it).