If my watchers missed it, I received my third Daily Deviation a few days ago on a poem, may as well buy another pack. A huge thanks to AyeAye12 for suggesting and inknalcohol for featuring! Everyone go give them some love for me, would you?
I've been digging through the messages and visiting all the lovely pages of the people who've favorited that piece, and I'm almost through them all. Expect llamas.
I've also finished with Flash-Fic-Month. Actually I wussed out and didn't finish. I got to day 28, but the challenges in addition to my general anxieties and lack of inspiration have gotten the best of me. No more message center spamming for all of my watchers, though, so it isn't all bad news. I will also be storing or deleting some stories. I was not in general all that pleased with my output this month.
As a quick note on my actual life, I'm still uh... living it. I drove all the way across a few states and back in the past few weeks. I'm still hard at work on novel number 7 (working title currently: "Flickering Lights"). And I'm looking for actual work people will pay me for. I'm riding the line between "I'm a college educated, well-qualified potential employee" and "dear god I have no experience and no one will ever hire me." You know, the same place that pretty much everyone in my position is at. Persevere, I guess.
I did not do a good job of reading FFM pieces this month, but I'm going to try and comb back through them in the next few weeks when I have time. If anyone has anything they want me to read specifically, send me a link and I'll do it! (It doesn't even have to be for FFM.)
I hope everyone out there is getting by. What're you all up to? School starts soon for some of you at least, doesn't it?
Finally, a short little feature of some stuff because journals feel like a waste without them:
Mature Content
BladeZevida went through her morning exercise like it was a dance.
And in this dance, she imagined a sword in her hand. Imagined it as an extension of her hand. A slice and an enemy would bleed. A step forward and an enemy would die.
Zevida smiled and whispered the words she always whispered: “Humans have no natural weapons.” And as she always did, she finished the saying in her thoughts: But we are the ones who can shape the world.
She imagined the end of the routine as a decapitation. And one day, it would be. It would be.
24The night tasted like
cigarettes and black coffee.
We stayed out well past
the foggy dawn,
lying on the dewy grass
by the lake, our smoke
rising up to blend in
to the charcoal colored sky.
When we listened,
we found the welcome
hum of silence and
peaceful breaths,
and when we searched,
we felt the not-aloneness
of existing beside another
broken person.
And the stars smiled
down on us as if
they were omniscient
little gods.
=creativelycliche
