Gathering Options By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams Part 1 of 1, complete Word count (story only): 1572 [September 2016]
:: A typical day for Cas and Hali involves a gigantic grocery run. They meet a boy who might be a good fit, but who certainly needs a bit of help. Part of the Broken Angels story arc in the Polychrome Heroics universe, this story was written for the January of 2026 Magpie Monday, and sponsored with my deepest thanks. ::
Cas pushed one cart ahead of him, where Hali sat holding the largest bunch of bananas that he could find in the display bin. The cart that he pulled along behind them held boxes of canned goods in the bottom layer, then a flat of five dozen eggs and , most importantly, the next two weeks’ worth of decent chocolates.
“You ready to get in your new car seat?” Cas asked, but his eyes drifted up to the granite sky above them. “We’d better hurry or we’re going to get soaked.”
Hali hefted the bananas. They wobbled in her small hands but did not fall. “Snack now?” she asked hopefully. ( Read more... )
I can sum it up: "Fuck the muse." I don't write when inspiration strikes, I don't wait to get seized with a passion and fury to create and communicate, I don't try to alter my mental state by getting drunk, high, wasted, plastered, or otherwise out of it. I sit down, and I get the words out.
Assuming I'm at home and not traveling, assuming I've gotten my head clear enough, assuming I haven't devoted the evening to something that's going to get me some income, assuming I'm not out of it because of something like a cold or food poisoning - trust me, it was memorably bad tofu - then I'll get my ass in the chair and work. The AIC Method isn't elegant, and it's less about elegance and more about results. The results are 1,000 words when I'm composing. I may write a few more than that one night, meaning that the next night might see me writing a few less to get to the next thousand according to the raw wordcount. The raw wordcount is key at this stage. I don't write out of order as a matter of course; I can't tell myself the story that way. I write it from beginning to end as best I'm able so I can figure out what the story is, so when I go back and edit everything, I can work at getting it to what it needs to be.
I write quietly, without music or background noise. I write at varying speeds, sometimes getting 1,000 words an hour and sometimes averaging out closer to 250. I'll let inspiration arrive at its own pace, and I usually seek out inspiration and passion and ideas when I'm not writing, so I can save up the energy for the work. I write at night, sometimes in the dark and sometimes before sundown depending on the season. I find a lot of pleasure to turning off the overhead light, turning on the desk lap, and sitting in a little bubble of words - I stumbled over it some decades ago, and the only time I've shifted from that was because of one telecommuting job with a set of on-call hours that had me working in the afternoons, which I still look back on as a fairly bizarre time. But it worked for that time frame. Because it was when I got my ass in the chair and wrote the words.
Walks help. Bike rides help. Going to the movies helps. Going to art museums works, too. Reading nonfiction, fiction, poetry, and going to live performances all help feed the creative spirit. But not the muse. I don't want to think about it in those terms. Nights when I don't write always feel a little bereft. I could be at the movies, I could be out with friends, I could be visiting Paris, and as good a time as I'll be having - and trust me, while I haven't done all three at the same time, I've done each of them alone and in varying combinations, so I can say that even doing that, I'll be thinking about what scenes I want to work out and the story I want to tell. I'll sometimes take longhand notes to help get words together so I can figure out if they're the right way to approach an idea, and that helps a bit, but it's not the same as sitting down and writing 1,000 new words, or cleaning up a chapter, or filling in something I set aside to research later to avoid breaking the creative flow, or line-editing according to someone else's patient notes.
I've joked there's only one proper writing method, and that's whatever works for the individual author to get their words out. I've also joked there's only one kind of writer, and that's someone who gets the writing done. I can advocate for what works for me. I can't say it'll work for everyone, but I'm willing to go on record about its success rate at finishing what I start.
Ass In Chair. Learn it. Love it. Live it. Because it always happens one word at a time.
Going strong with the third week of Part 1! This is the half-way point of the first Part, which also means it's half-way through the Minimum Mood Track; if you're only in the game to make something small but mighty, you could be half way there this week!
This week's Minimum, Medium, and Maximum moods are: Enthralled, Happy, Indescribable
Some nicer moods this week, along with one that's a little more difficult to depict. Enthralled and Happy are straightforward enough, but what do you do for Indescribable? Do you have any thoughts on the subject? If you've made a mood theme before, what have you used for this mood? Need any help brainstorming? Or maybe you're working from the worlds angstiest fandom and actually need help with Happy and/or Enthralled? Let's talk about it!
From a December post in thefridayfive. I've been holding onto this one for a bit, waiting on life to give me some answers.
1. What is one thing about you that you hate? I don't know if hate is the correct word, but I have been in a years-long struggle to feel like someone who is not anxious, worried, or scared. If I'm honest I think too many hard things have been placed on these bones, but these bones are also holding it all up still, at least for the time being. But those rare days where I don't wake up with my body already buzzing with anxiety and tension, well, I want to snatch them close and keep them all to myself.
2. What is one thing about you that you love? I care deeply about, well... most things....our Lovely Planet and all of her Inhabitants, human and non-human, flora and fauna and mineral and waters, flowing or stagnant. I try very hard to walk through the world lightly without harming others. This is an impossible feat, really, but I try. And do you know what a joy it is to love the Earth and everything about her? It is a heady wine, at times.
3. If you had to change one thing about you what would it be and why? I'd be less hard on myself, and live with more confidence. Please give me the confidence of a mediocre white man in a white collar environment. Though if I'm honest, I have learned there is a lot of power in being vulnerable with others.
4. What is one word that you would use to define yourself? Grounded. More as in tree roots, tangled but strong, rather than centered or balanced in any way.
5. Imagine what you would look like in a perfect world...what do you look like? I wouldn't be me if I didn't look like me, now would I? Or maybe, since we look different from day to day and year to year, maybe I'd just like to look healthy. Although "healthy" has so many harmful judgements assigned to it - here I mean... not sickly. I want to look both soft and hard and maybe vaguely androgynous - and honestly I'm already doing that pretty well, just sittin' here in my body. Or perhaps I don't want to look like anything - well, except, it would be nice if I could look like I knew what I was doing*.
*(I do not know what I am doing, at any given time.)
Oops, I was so sleepy last night that I went to bed at 20:00, and I forgot to plug in my phone, so I woke to a very low battery, which will complicate my morning phone call.
Luckily, it turned out that today is the day he has am appointment at the local health center to look at the foot that has been hurting, so I was able to let it charge while I packed To get ready to head to the bus, so it was over 60% before I had to go.
I had a good day at work, but Keldor had grumpy day. He thought he had booked an appointment with a doctor, and had written down in the online form the three things he wanted to accomplish: a blood test to screen for prostate cancer, checking the foot that has been hurting, and look at the ugly growth on his skin. It turns out that what he got was an appointment with the same physical therapist he saw last time about the foot, and they had no new ideas, and suggested he try calling to see if he can get an appointment with a doctor instead. He called, left the voice mail, and an hour or so later got a call back. The part that makes him grumpy is that apparently he can’t actually request the prostate cancer test himself—if he has symptoms he can make an appointment with a doctor, and if they agree that the symptoms are concerning, then they do the test. Given that we lost a friend to prostate cancer which wasn’t caught early enough, we don’t much like this protocol, and think it should be a routine test, the same way mammograms and pap smears are. Why wait for symptoms? by then it could be too late.
After work I spent the evening, and way too late into the night dealing with Shire financial paperwork. I had to learn how to do “bokslut” (the closing of the books at the end of the year, which turns out to be a very easy task in GnuCash), and while I was at it, I cleaned up the accounts by deleting accounts that had never been used, and moving those which haven’t been used in a log time to a folder called not used anymore, and updated my readme file explaining what the various accounts are accordingly (this eliminated the last of the “no idea what this is” comments in the readme file)
Then I prepared all of the reports needed for the shire Annual Meeting on Sunday, and sent them to our “revisor” (person who checks to see if I did everything correctly, in this case, the last Exchequer) and to the Seneschal. now it is closing in on 03:00, and I really should do some more yoga and head to bed.
Jag sitter på bussen, ta ut min banan och vitaminer, åta dem, och sträcka armen över ryggstödet för att kasta bananskalen i papperskorgen som är monterade vid sidan av trappan. Men papperskorgen lutade liten åt sidan, och trycket från bananskalens slaget efter den hastiga nedstigningen gjorde att papperskorgen lutade ännu mera, och sin innehåll (bananskalen) ramlade ur, och fortsatte vidare mot golvet.
Då såg jag framför mig att nästa personen som skulle stiga på bussen skulle möta sitt slut genom att halka på ett bananskal. Därför ställde jag datorn och grejer åt sidan och tog mig upp från sätet och ner trappen, var jag fick veta att det är en jättebra design, eftersom banan hade ramlade precis i papperskorgen som stå under och lite till sidan av den jag siktade på.
Men nu sitter”min” papperskorgen ordentligt i sitt hållare, och lutar inte alls, så den nästa som har skrap att kasta inte behöver ha så mycket tur som jag hade!
Vilken snälla dåtid-jag jag har!
Min dåtid jag lämnade mig snacks på kontoret! jag har en burk pumpafrön med skäl (det har vi varit slut på hemma i flera veckor), och en burk hemgjord kex, och en glasburk smör som har suttit i mitt kyl kista under skrivbordet och smaker fortfarande bra, så sedan jag kom i till kontoret har jag ätit lite pumpafrön och kex med smör. Jag hoppas att ni också få något lite som detta som fick din dag att vara lite bättre!
energi tog slut ganska tidigt
Jag hade energi under hela jobbdagen, och jobbade utan problem tills bussen var nästan framme i Lövånger. Då packade upp mina grejer och tog sparken hemma och sätta mig på soffan tills Keldor ringde. Under tiden han körde hem hunn jag äntligen tomma kisten av käader vi tog till eventet, men då var dagens energi slut, och jag var i säng redan kl 20,00 och sov direkt.
Today was a work from home day, as I had that doctor’s appointment that I should have gone to last week, but lost track of the days of the week, and saw the calendar reminder 20 minutes after I should have been there.
So I did the meeting to discuss the funding application for the workshop we want to run in October over zoom, and got good input, and should be able to get the application done on time.
Then the doc appointment, they said that the weird hard lump on back of my arm that I can’t quite see doesn’t look concerning
Then a long lunch break, followed by work, including a meeting with a colleague in the states to discuss ways to liik at database structure. These meetings may result in a paper. With luck it might even get my colleague’s thesis kickstarted back into progress again.
This evening was the Nordmark members meeting over zoom, and after our zoom training session.
Then I stayed up too late, and ought to go to sleep, as tomorrow I have to go into the office for the first time in weeks.
I expected to sleep in after yesterday’s road trip, but woke at 05:34, so I got up, fed the cats, did a 15 min pilates, took my morning vitamin, and decided that I was awake enough to work for a while, so I put in 4 hours, then took an hour nap, enjoyed lunch and a game of Qwirkle with Keldor, and then resumed work while he made a new knife handle.
After work I made salad, a pear crumble (which I will eat tomorrow as it was too late to be interested in eating by the time it was done), and did some sewing. Now I have done my yoga and ought to get some sleep.
Anyone have any idea how long it'd take dead body to skeltonize in temperate forest/brush? Assume some place like Spokane, or between Portland and Mt Hood.
Clothing something like military BDUs (except tougher) and in thick brush so nothing larger than a fox can get at it.
I'm looking for something like a year, several years, longer.
A semi related thought has to do with someone in Full MOPP gear. Died from some internal cause (say heatstroke) so the gear is intact. I'm pretty sure the result eventually be human soup with bones. Not something *I* would want to have to deal with... ewww.
This week, there’s some great essays, more best of lists, more anticipated lists, and the start of the 2026 book award season (although it’s always awards season in my heart).
Books that came into my house this week. At least I only bought one? :D?
A-Side
Resisting the Hivemind: Pluribus, Generative AI, and Empire Jenny gave me the link to this essay yesterday. I read it once, read it a second time, read part of it out loud to my partner and sent it to him to finish, and forwarded it along to some pals. We finished Pluribus last week and this is the first big essay I’ve read about the full season. It’s a banger that digs into not just the show, but the technofascist hellscape we’re all living in right now and how the show is reflecting that back at us. If you’ve watched the show, don’t miss this essay!
REVIEW: Old Man's War series by John Scalzi - Part 1 Last year I reread the entire Old Man’s War series in preparation for The Shattering Peace. It was an interesting exercise in going back to older SF—the first book was out in 2005—and seeing what the series was interested in over the different publication eras. There’s the original trilogy and companion novel, Zoe’s Tale. The next era were the short fiction releases that were then collected into two books, The Human Division and The End of All Things. Now we have The Shattering Peace, the third era (and maybe more? The door is wide open!). This review of the first five captured something I hadn’t been able to verbalize about the big ideas Scalzi sets up. Things are constantly in movement in his stories, with not a ton of time for reflection. That’s not to say he doesn’t deal with anything—the whole series is the characters going, “wow, so we’re the baddies” and an authoritarian space military getting smacked on the nose with a rolled up newspaper in the form of an alien coalition sick of humanity’s nonsense. One day someone will study empire in 2000 - 2020 space operas, publish a book about it, and I’ll be in heaven.
Why one small American town won’t stop stoning its residents to death Not to sneak uninvited into The Rec Center’s lane, but this cropped up multiple times on my skyline with effusive praise until I had to read it. The additional tag is the summary: "Isaac Chotiner interviews the guy who runs the lottery in Shirley Jackson's ‘The Lottery.’” When I got to the detail about COVID deaths, I scream-laughed and woke up my cats. Apparently there’s a push to get this nominated for a Hugo Award (best short story?), which is possibly the only way anything related to The New Yorker will come near the genre award space.
Sunward by William Alexander (Saga Press) Outlaw Planet by M. R. Carey (Orbit) Casual by Koji A. Dae (Tenebrous Press) The Immeasurable Heaven by Caspar Geon (Solaris) Uncertain Sons by Thomas Ha (Undertow Publications) Scales by Christopher Hinz (Angry Robot) City of All Seasons by Oliver K. Langmead and Aliya Whiteley (Titan Books)
The PKD award is for the best science fiction published in paperback. The mix of publishers is also nice to see. I have read zero (0) of the finalists, which is pretty normal for me with this award.
In other awards news, A.C. Wise has updated the big collection of eligibility posts, a great resource for readers. The Hugo Spreadsheet of Doom is also starting to hop; we’ve already had one case of someone deleting an entire column (this happens at least a few times a year by accident, along with deleting entire sheets). The deadline for being a nominating WSFS member of LAcon V is on January 31; you don’t have to be deeply well read in 2025 SFF. If you loved something last year and want to nominate it, come join us in our big nerdy book club. It being January, that means that lots of reviewers are already months deep into 2026 releases, so the 2027 Hugo sheet also exists and can be bookmarked for use throughout 2026!
There are still lists! Strange Horizons posted Part Three of 2025 in Review. Niko’s Book Review talked about 2025 favorites with a twist that it’s full of backlist books. The Lesbrary shared their favorite sapphic reads from last year, with lots of genre options. Narrated Podcast shared their anticipated reads of 2026. Hugos There Podcast did a 2025 favorites recap, too. Christina Orlando over at Reactor posted some upcoming 2026 titles and now I will be reading a fantasy novel titled Bromantasy. It will be similar to last year where I read Behooved, the romantasy where the love interest gets magicked and shapeshifts into a horse. Kristen at Fantasy Cafe has her list of anticipated reads, and I’ve seen enough people mention The Book of Fallen Leaves by A.S. Tamaki that I’m intrigued. If you read YA, Alex Brown has a big list of SFF/H YA coming out in January and February. The State of SFF is out from SFF Book Reviews. Eddie Clark has a thread and a nested thread of anticipated 2026 books; there’s lots of high profile stuff, but some titles I hadn’t seen anywhere else.
It’s all sold out now, but for a hot minute there was a $1000 version of The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett. I would never encourage anyone to buy a $1000 book, but I will encourage everyone to look at the pretty art. This post about Jupiter Ascending…yes. This thread by Jenny, responding to an article about Heated Rivalry, isn’t SFF specific…except for how we’ve been having these conversations about M/M romance in fandom/genre spaces forever. All her thoughts are excellent. The cover of Call Me Traitor by Everina Maxwell has me by the throat. The artist is Eliot Baum.
The full Season 2 trailer for One Piece dropped, and it looks incredible. I’m very excited that we’re finally going to meet two of my favorite characters (Vivi and Robin). What’s going to be really weird for me is that David Dastmalchiann plays Mr. 3 (incredible casting), but I spent 2025 obsessing over/rewatching Murderbot, so it’s going to be a hard shift for me. I suspect this is part of my anti-faceblindness (does this have a name?). I’m also very pumped for The Sheep Detectives, an adaptation of Three Bags Full by Leonie Swann. And since there are legit trailers for the latest Magic: The Gathering set, it’s worth a watch if you like muppet musicals. I’m excited for Lorwyn Eclipsed, but I’m also poor. :D
In short fiction news, Andrew Liptak has the first 2026 Table of Contents column out. This tracks the TOCs of short fiction magazines, and he updates previous versions with links, too. Womble read and reviewed Interzone 303. This year I’m still following FIYAH, which is well worth a subscription, and I will toss in another rec for The WYRMHOLE, for short fiction recs.
I’m looking to ~expand my reach~ in 2026, so if you know of a great SFF review blog/channel (it’s most helpful if they have an RSS feed, but it’s not required), please let me know about it!
I’m very attached to the below song, because a) Heated Rivalry, and b) I happened to see a TikTok video of the artist’s reaction and it was wholesome. Love to see artists succeed! The show used music in such a powerful way.
We had planned to leave at 05:00, and Keldor figured that he would need only his normal 15 minutes to go from the alarm rings to out the door. So I set the dawn light to 05:40, and hoped I would wake early enough for a quick pilates, so my hips wouldn’t hurt later.
This worked well enough that I managed a four minute session before his alarm. However, even though we had packed everything last night, it was still 05:18 before we had the last things in place, cats fed, etc and we actually started driving.
Luckily, that meant that Angelika was also ready, and we had picked her up and started driving south at 05:25
We dropped off Angelika with Maria and Matts in Umeå, and continued south 07:05
Quick stop at Örnsköldsvik for a toilet at 08:30.
Timmerå 10:37, picked up Charlotte.
Tönnebro 13:06
One more stop at a random gas station , somewhere.
On site 16:59.
Check in for those of us in crash space was delayed due to last minute change in plans. The site owners decided that we were too many to sleep dormitory style in one house due to there not being tjat many toilets, so there were some emergency reshuffleing, which resulted in we four from Reengarda who were in crash space being assigned to the boat house, which is a long way away from the other houses.
So we drove out there, unloaded everything we needed to have there and settled in (this house has a refrigerator, so I emptied the ice chest into it, and put the ice in the freezer). Then we got dressed, gathered the things we’d need on site, and drove back over to the main castle area, then walked down to the house where dinner was served so the others could eat.
Then we moved over to the main hall and hung out chatting with people, and sewing,till time for court, which I enjoyed. Lots of good awards for well deserving people, the incoming Kings looked magnificent in their matching garb.
After court four musicians started playing violin, so I hung out sewing, dancing, and chatting till qiute late, then I walked back to the boathouse with Keldor’s sister and we did yoga today before heading to bed at about 02:30. An hour and a half later, I got up, went downstairs to the loo, and found poor Keldor who had been awake for 23 hours, trying to deal with the drain on the bathroom floor. He had started to shower, but as soon as the water went down the drain the toilet backed up and spit icky water all over the floor.
So I sent the event stewards an email letting them know, and went straight back to sleep
While we often leave for roadtrips to southern Sweden already on Thursday evening, this time Keldor decided that we would leave super early Friday instead. Given that there is some serious snowstorm and winds happening today, especially in the Sundsvall area, where they had thunder and lightning with the snow, but most of the extreme weather warnings are for Thursday and not Friday, this is likely a good thing.
So today started with my getting the last of the cutting for the Keldor copper trim tunic done so it is ready to sew this weekend. Then packing and organising, with breaks for food, and chores like washing the cat’s water fountain.
Now it is later than I should still be up, given that we want to pick up Angelika at 05:00.
I had planned to get up early and start laundry. I managed half of these, but the first load didn’t get in the machine till almost 09:09. I also planned to do my morning workout while it ran, but the time needed to run that load vanished to writing 2026-01-06 book review, The King’s Dragon and scrolling a bit.
Keldor went in to town to use the workshop at work to finish projects for friends we will see this weekend, and I got the last of the small final pieces for the Silk bliaut short tunic cut out. I think I can easily finish the sewing during the drive to 12th Night on Friday.
I was busy enough that I didn’t get to my workout at all till time for the evening zoom workout with friends.
In between errands and computer stuff I finished reading The King’s Dragon by Kate Elliott. I started it at least a week ago (when I did my first log entry for tracking reading, but was already 200 pages in, so I strongly suspect I just failed to mske a note of it). I remember that I bought the book much longer ago than that, but after downloading the app complained that I needed to activate some sort of Adobe security thing, which I had previously activated for another book, and it just didn’t work, so I gave up and forgot about it for weeks, till I bought another book for school that had a similar issue, and when i solved it, by getting yet another book app, the new book app worked for this one too.
However, the delay between purchasing and access means that I have long since whose recommendation got me to buy it, and what they said that got me past my inherent reluctance to buy stuff. Whatever it was, it didn’t warn me about how very, very unpleasant huge parts of the story are, with abusive people being abusive. I almost didn’t finish due to that aspect early on, but decided to persevere, as somewhere, somewhen, someone whose opinion I respect had said something good about the book.
I am still not sure what that praise might have been. Our viewpoint characters experience many very unpleasant things, and at no time did I wish I could live in this world, which is full of religious fanatics, sexism, class opression, and callousness. Yah, sure, the sexism is packaged a little different than is the world we live in, as power and inheritance is more through the female line, but it is still very unpleasant.
Like many classic fantasy books, this one focuses on young people who are raised to believe they are unimportant and outside the established power structure, and by the end of this book at least one is revealed to be very much part of it after all, and the other has been set up to soon be significant in kingdom scale politics.
I have always been an addicted re-reader, loving to go back to books now that I know the overall framework of the story to pick up the details and connections I missed on the first pass, and to learn who everyone is. Especially for a book like this one, where the viewpoint characters don’t cross paths till late in the book, so there are double the number of people to try to kerp track of. However, I don’t know if I am willing to go back and read through those abusive bits again. Once feels like too many, and one can’t un-read to get the bad taste out of the brain.
If you can ignore that aspect and enjoy major political upheaval, battles and betrayal, this might be a book for you.
I woke up this morning to a notification that I clicked on. I don’t remember what that one was, but as soon as FB presented whatever it was, I saw a post by Anne Marie Decker of https://nalbound.com/, saying she will be attending the Roman Archaeology Conference (RAC/TRAC 2026) in Denmark. so, of course, I sent a note wondering if she’d also want to come to Umeå University and present at our department seminar. She said that it sounds interesting, so after my morning workout I sent an introduction email to Ivanka, our seminar coordinator this term. I hope it works out, it would be lovely to see her. Even better if we can find museums in the north with nålbindning fragments we could go look at when she is here. Since I was sitting at the computer anyway, I got ChatGPT’s help to add properties to the GitHub version of my blog , since I had them in Obsidian. In the process I tried linking to my notes (adding properties), which file is not in the content part of this blog, and that caused an error message for the missing file such that the blog wouldn’t post at all. So I tried making that an external link to the obsidian URL, and now the link works fine, for me, and if I click on it, from within the blog it will open obsidian and display that page. However, I assume that anyone reading my blog will get an error message, unless they happen to have an obsidian vault with the exact same name and file path.
By the time I got the blog working Keldor was up and had eaten breakfast, so I grabbed a quick lunch, packed food for later, and we went into town, where we bought some things for the car and I picked up some fresh vegetables for a salad. Then we went to his job workshop and I borrowed the kitchen to make the salad while he changed burned out bulbs and checked fluid levels of everything that needed checking. Then he washed the outside of the van while I vacuumed the inside, whiped down surfaces, and sorted out stuff that shouldn’t be there.
Then we waxed the car and made certain it was dry before heading back into the -15⁰ C weather. Now the car is ready for the drive to Drachenwald 12th Night Coronation on Friday.
After we got home and put everything away I spent some time figuring out how to create some of the year-end financial reports for the shire. I will need to get help from Þórólfr for the others, when he is over his cold.
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