Splinters of a Fractured Mind

Or something. Oh, hell, it's just me seeking inspiration from you lovely folks. Much like a few others have done recently, I'm offering up prompts in answer to your requests. Yours! How lucky are you? So lucky. (More like beloved, though.) The trick is that the prompts must revolve around character relationships. Pairings both platonic and romantic. Who do you want to see a slice of life about? Ever wonder how character a and b get along? What character d and e discuss over dinner?

Obviously, these won't get done in February. Partially because I have a very distracting Sage hovering around the house. Partially because it's already the 21st. 22nd. Something like that.

Rules cribbed from Sage

1. Gifts will be 100-300 word drabbles, more depending on how the mood takes me.

2. Fair game - any RPGs we are in or any fandoms you know for a fact that I enjoy or am at least knowledgeable about.
2a. Unconventional pairings are peachy keen with me. Make me work for it. Could also just mean strange gen match-ups. The world doesn't have to be all about the romance.
2b. AUs and crossovers are perfectly welcome but, if it isn't one that I know offhand, make sure your comment/request is damn detailed.

3. Please provide at least 3 prompts in any order you like and with as much detail as you like.

Okay so I'm going to really do this for real this year. I tried one year but got out of whack and off-balance. But, in reality, taking a few moments to just write an impression or keep track of books read, music encountered, movies seen, is not a huge indulgence and it would be good to take those moments to indulge myself. Also... I need to start getting accountable for my reading habits and the fuck-ton of books currently inhabiting my house. Don't let's even talk about the movies...

For the most part, don't look for elaborate reviews in these posts. I may or may not but, at this point in my life, feeling as vapid and sub-human as I do sometimes (far too often in recent times), the important thing is just to do. Who knows. Brilliance might come out of it. That said... Believe me, I won't hold it against you if you totally skip over these suckers. I'll still love you all. (And I'll value your sense of self-preservation.)

( Lists )

Yuletide completed.

31 dozen cookies baked (shortbread, gingersnap, snickerdoodles, sugar, chocolate chip, and oatmeal raisin).

Tree and decorations done.

I'd ask if I can rest but I have presents to wrap. I also have 2 more shifts at the Bookshop but thank heavens I had the sense to take off from Job #1 tomorrow. I can sleep in.

Exhausting but fun!

Make the decision. It's made. Now to move on to step two.

Seriously. It's Father's Day and what do I do? Other than talking to my dad and telling him I love him, of course.

I decide to write Father's Day fic.

Who: Dusty, Sylvia (Tasha and Andrei)
What: Kingdom Future Fic
Why: Because who doesn't love Dusty as a papa?

( Kiss The Cook )

I sure got stuff done.

Last night, I had Big Plans for what would happen today, a precious day off. I was going to completely empty the front garden, prep it for new plants, put in new plants. I was going to hang all the roman blinds I got the other day. I would pay the nice garbage people and the water people. I was going to write like a mother fucka.

Then I slipped on a bit of wet kitchen floor, landed on my knee, saw stars, and... The thought of weeding and bending became impossible.

So we went shopping. I did pay the garbage people beforehand, though (god bless small little family-owned companies who forgive late payments and end up giving you plants out of their own garden). We found a billion gorgeous flowers at Home Depot (so much healthier than the selection at Lowe's) but we realized that, with the porch roof getting done in the next 2 weeks... The plants might get hurt. So we decided to put that on hold and get a pot of various flowers and a hanging basket of the same for the porch. I need SOME flowers, dammit. Then Target provided pants for Pixie, a lime green bin for our winter accessories, a most kick-ass shirt for Z... and various movies (Green Street Hooligans, Red, and The Losers which is a movie I wanted to see but no one would go with me...) I had a gift card. XD

Then I came home, cleaned and organized the mail zone to prevent further loss, and, for some reason, cleaned the hall closet like my life depended on it. I turned up some mighty scary stuff, including a bunch of the ex's family photos so I will have to figure out how to contact him and get those back to him.

My closet is almost Narnia, people. I have proof. I found all of the CS Lewis books in there.

We were given an emotion and an object and told to write... Of course, then we were told after 20 minutes of frantic writing that he wanted us to expand it and build the characters with dialogue. D'oh.

(Y'know, just as I'm resigned to dropping the damn thing, it shows promise. Maybe the email from Laurie helped him think, maybe he really is worried... Maybe I just used my mad Polite Interrupting skills taught by years in the call center trenches to take advantage of a pause and bully him into full class interaction by asking a question that he was most emphatically NOT allowed to answer...)

( I had embarrassment and a bottle of shoe/glove stretching oil stuff )

As some of you know, I signed up to take a class at the local community college. A writing class, to be specific, that focuses on character development and creation. There were others and I didn't quite pick this one (a friend's mom who is joining us picked it) but it sounded good and, well, who can argue with the neat idea of the text book - Getting Into Character: Seven Secrets A Novelist Can Learn From Actors.

( Two classes down... )

Oh, and is anyone interested in seeing the free-writes?

Performance reviews. Lots of them. Unwieldy and awkward and clumsy in Excel.

And I want to know why there isn't a metric for sass-mouth? A couple people I know should be getting marks in that.

Next time I go somewhere cool and edgy for a haircut, I'm taking someone with me that will reinforce my balls. Though it's good to get some of the ends off, layers put back, and have my curls bounce back into place. Looks cute! Just not a dramatic change.

( Questions 1 through 3 )