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October 27th, 2009

This is me refusing to mess with Mr. In Between. [Oct. 27th, 2009|03:57 pm]
Marissa Lingen
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I seem to have sold a story: Shine anthology/DayBreak magazine wants to use my short-short, "Unintended Consequences," as promotional. The which makes me very happy, because promoting positive, upbeat SF is very close to my heart. So: yay!

If you're paying a lot of attention (and I'm not sure why you would be), you may have noticed a lot of short-short pieces lately. That's sort of along the lines of "accentuate the positive" at the moment: with the vertigo, writing time was really hard for awhile, and really short lengths were easier for me to do than longer ones. And better to get writing done than not get writing done, I have felt, and so the short-shorts. I'm not doing them exclusively, and it's been getting better now. But still: positivity, dammit. With a big ol' positive ax.
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Not all that glitters is gold, but sometimes it's awesome anyway. [Oct. 27th, 2009|08:11 pm]
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So timprov and I had just finished getting burgers and malts with the folks, Grandma, and Johan before he goes back to Sweden. (Yes, laurel, I give you permission to imagine me sitting at the Malt Shop with Johan Santana, even though that is totally not what happened.) (markgritter is in California or he'd have come too.) And there is a new store along the stretch there with the Malt Shop and Blackbird and Heidi's and Patina. It's called something like Shoppe Local, which means that we have to pronounce it Shoppy Local, because we are abby normal.

And! They had! Oh, this is exciting. Other than the Christmas presents. And other than the baby presents for someone who is spawning and will be relieved to see I take open (semi-hostile) hints about baby presents. And other than the print of the octopus on the dictionary page from "thenceforward" to "thermal capacity." And other than a couple of greeting cards I will keep in reserve for when I need them.

I got a locket.

Did you know I always wanted a locket? Well, I didn't. But this is my locket. It is gold, and it has a raven girl on the front in black. She is wearing a raven cloak over her dress. She is cheekily pleased as raven girls are. The locket is just the right size so that when I put it in the palm of my hand and close my fingers around it, it fills my hand. And the gold is textured in a way that reminds me of my Gran, and the chain rattles along it in that percussionary locket way.

I don't know who goes in it for sure yet. I was thinking Niddhogg and Yggdrasil, facing off inside my locket, but we'll have to see. Wee tiny pictures of them may not be the easiest thing. Hel and her lupine brother might be nice. It is that kind of a raven girl, you see. Well. Or else I am.
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