(I only wish the console had not been behind that screen.
Also I’m sorry but I didn’t catch which concert hall this was. Click for larger image.)

Tags: organ, pipe organ

The violent thunderstorm was so beautiful, I tried to snap a photo of it, just because. I thought this turned out lush, green, and somewhat interesting.

Rain at Night

Tags: rain, storm, thunder

Here, have a tiny sketch of a faun.

A Fun Faun!

Tags: doodle, not a blank page at least, sketch

It was a bright sunny day and Nycteris was outside in a dirt-smudged next-next-next-best robe and heavy boots, when a smallish, sleepy, dragonish creature approached her.

“Hail archmage of the polysyllabic and impressive titles that you are required by law to put on your business card.” Nyc turned, shears in hand, to see which smallish dragonish creature it was. She knew rather a lot of them. “What intricate and dangerous ritual are you about to undertake?” continued the dragon.

“I’m pruning the hedges.” She said with the intonation of someone who didn’t entirely enjoy pruning the hedges outside on a windy day when her gravity was radically impaired. One of the hedges had a nasty gash cut through the top due to a strong gust of wind. She would convince it to regrow later. It wasn’t hard; plants like growing, especially if they think they’re getting away with something.

“Don’t you have ethereal minions to do that, or something?”

“Would you trust ethereal minions wandering around enthusiastically with big, sharp pruning shears?”

Tags: fantasy, fiction, humor, Nycteris, unfinished, writing

Since I’ve been putting some snippets of fiction in here I thought I’d dump this one in too; it amuses me because I just found it as an e-mail draft to myself in 2005 and completely forget writing it at all, or what it is about.

Some old stories like this are worth going back to, to try to finish.  I’d say… those are the ones I actually vaguely remember. I have a tale about a man named Woodbridge that I really sincerely want to finish.

This isn’t it.
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“You can’t do that. You… just can’t do that. This is insane – those are children!” She knew she had the backing of the Mission. But he could be working for Weregeld for all she knew. She hoped he was – maybe they could finally get some answers.

“They are not genetically pure.” His voice was bland.

“OF COURSE they aren’t! No one is! Listen…”

“I am Order.” He cut the connection.

She cursed in frustration and cycled frequencies trying to reestablish the link. If this really was Order… a neural connection would be deadly. Or worse. She grew cold at the thought of those children. Would he perfect them? Could they survive it? The others hadn’t. Their noetic patterns were so changed they didn’t look like anything… anything living.

“Take it easy, Hunter – we’ve dispatched an F unit already…”

“I won’t take it easy! Get me a D unit too – he’ll slaughter them!” Send me. Send me.

“Hunter you do not call the shots here!” He spun her chair so she faced him. “And I am not sending you. I may only be borderline but your ems are off the chart. Downshift Beta. Now.”

She knew he was right, of course. She paused to realign her mental state. That was where Order had everyone beaten: no emotions. The scanners read him as less than an AI.

Tags: fiction, sci-fi, unfinished, writing

Two reasons why I have not blogged lately, one of which is a decent excuse.
First, I have not blogged lately because when I had that swell idea to write an Artisan story to go along with jewelry, well, writing is HARD WORK.

Second, I had a deviated septum (that’s the bone in your nose) and had surgery for it about a week-and-a-couple-of-days-ago. It was “pretty miserable” (but no one wants to hear how gross nose surgery is so I won’t go into details. Suffice to say I survived it, and if you also need this fairly routine surgery, you also will survive it.) but now I am doing better and should continue to see improvement over the next several weeks. Someone told me she would rather give birth to twins than have that packing in her nose. I don’t think it was THAT bad, but it did make me feel so sure that I was unable to breathe, that I went to the ER – where they explained to me that no, I was breathing fine, and I was in fact hyperventilating.

Thirdly – bonus reason – I have been trying to clean out and “destash” a lot of craft supplies (and even, gasp, books) that I will likely never use (check it out – some are up for grabs at http://glimmerville.etsy.com).

I will post more art/craft/jewelry, but I don’t guarantee a story like I wish I could. It still seems like it would be a good writing exercise for me, but it is kind of onerous to say “post an actual story with each piece of art, or else” - I’ll do what I can.

Tags: art, bad excuses, cleaning, craft, deviated septum