Quick Update

I’m moving! We FINALLY found and apartment and heard back from them today! I know I’m already pretty quiet on here as it is, but I thought I’d let you all know anyways. We should be all settled in after 4th of July weekend.


Opening drabble

When I go for long periods of time without writing, I go back to stories I love for inspiration. One of my favorite things are the little personal journal blurbs at the beginning of every Keisha’ra book. I come back to those a lot. A lot a lot. This bit was a fast and loose blend of some ace characters, mine and one borrowed from the Maeve’ra.

We are born into it. From before our first breaths, we are rocked by our mother’s dancing, soothed by the songs on her lips. We sway with our first steps, we sing before we can speak. And underneath it all, the knowledge, the promise, that all of this down for Her. That all things of the body are Li’Daea’s gift. That all our pleasure is done in offering to her.

But, when touch isn’t a pleasure, when song doesn’t move your heart… Because you know every drumbeat carries expectation. Because that thrill of nervousness in the pit of your stomach isn’t excitement. It’s dread.

We are born into it. This idea that love and beauty and song and flesh are one and the same. That to celebrate the Goddess that made us all, we are to worship with tongues and teeth and body, that every body is her temple and every prayer is whispered on lovers’ lips, pressed and sealed with a hungry kiss. She is craving, she is Life, and what speaks more of life than the act of creation itself? Even those pairings that don’t result in children…

It is still expected. We are born into it. We are serpents. We dance, and the Goddess smiles. We sing, and she sings back. We kiss, and the world is made anew.

And we hide…

Why would we hide?

I am thirteen and have never felt the stirrings of desire. It will come, they tell me. No rush to spoil my youth. But every smile is knowing. Every eye is casting about that that special glance, that certain someone. There is no one. And I do not feel it a lack. But soon…

I have watched my friends couple off one by one, swelling in the flowers of their adulthood. It will come, they say. No need to rush.

But no need at all?

We are born into it. We are serpents. We dance.

So why does the thought turn my stomach?

Housekeeping: Seth drabble

It’s just a dance, he told himself. Just one stupid little dance you’ve practiced a hundred times. With his nerves this ramped up, he was just as likely to call the fire on accident as with the ceremonial dance. Either way, the central fire would be lit for the year, and his people’s prosperity would be assured.

The only real question was whether or not his dignity would survive the winter.

This drabble is something I later turned into one of the Dreams in the Desert Interludes. I’m not sure why I tucked it again in my drafts folder, but I’m sure there’s some Seth fans out there that will be glad its resurfaced.

Totally Unimportant Announcement

But I’m still delighted by it, so I’m going to share anyways. 😛


And I’m playing with it now (part of why I wanted to make a post, so I could play). I finally went out and got myself an external keyboard, and I have to say, so far Iam DELIGHTED. it’s a little weird to have my phone sitting on my knees while my keyboard is in my lap, but I’m seriously in love. Girlfriend is working on the laptop, but I’m still able to type at the speed of keyboar and make blog posts!!!!

…this is really the dumbest thing, but it’s made me like SO happy, you have no idea.

well, maybe you have some idea, since you’re reading this.

But anyways, I really love it, and totally recommend one if you work primarily off a virtual keyboard touch screen kind of set up. I am moving SO much faster, and can actually keep up with my own train of thought this way. It’s wonderful.