baroncognito: (Otter)
So, I actually have some short stories and essays that I like buried in the archive of my posts. I don't know if I have people stop by my livejournal often, but it probably wouldn't hurt to consolidate my works up top so people can actually read them if they have an interest.
Behind this cut are links to some writings. )
baroncognito: (Satchel)
It started innocently enough, Lacy had found a tiny but perfect amethyst on the path while walking to work and stuck it in her pocket. Then, while flipping the mattress, it managed to fall out. That night Regina tossed and turned restlessly until she got up, leaned the mattress up, and found the stone. The next morning she approached Lacy saying "I found this last night, and I know you collect crystals, so I thought you might want it." Lacy was surprised "Oh, where did you find it?" -"Under the mattress." -"Under the bed?" -"No, under the mattress. I have no idea how it got there."

That's what started the experiments.
baroncognito: (Satchel)
Who would have guess that chocolate flavoured egg white powder mixed in water would 1) not be the most pleasant thing in the world 2) wouldn't really be a satisfying replacement for a glass of milk after a walk? It might be healtier, Manny wasn't entirely sold on that, but it didn't have the mouth-feel she was looking for. The powder was definitely not worth the cost. All the same, she'd find a way to use it.
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Lunch out of the way, Manny threw some tea bags in a pitcher, poured water over them, and stuck the mix into the fridge. Fridge is an odd word, it's not like refrigerator has a 'd' in it. Perhaps it had something to do with "Frigid Air." Manny scolded herself, she was drawing herself aside in an attempt to avoid thinking about work. She made her way to her computer and set herself to task. The data very seldom analyzed itself.
baroncognito: (Satchel)
With the veggies slightly browned, Manny added some garlic olive oil and portioned some left-over rice into the pan. When the rice was warm enough, she cracked an egg into the pan and stirred. Lunch was ready. She topped off her glass of tea, garnished the rice with basil leaves and green onion, and sat down to eat. Then she got back up to grab a napkin. Shortly, eating began in earnest.
baroncognito: (Satchel)
Manny took stock of her ingredients. No stale bread, French Toast was out. She was one egg short of her go-to waffle recipe, which, upon closer inspection, couldn't be done because she was out of butter. And, seeing how she was out of cream as well, she was in no position to make some. That knocked Brunch out of the running. She had enough milk for a bowl of cereal, but that would mean no "iced coffee" until she made a grocery run. She had a nice bag of frozen veggies, left-over rice, and enough eggs for fried rice. Alternatively, she could fix up a plate of cold-cuts and cheese. Lunch it is. And the weather was cool enough that she felt like cooking, so she measured out a portion of veggies and set about frying them.
baroncognito: (Satchel)
For breakfast or lunch, she could have cold pizza. For a snack she could have a peanut butter granola bar. For breakfast or Brunch waffles were certainly an option. For dessert, ice cream sandwiched between waffles. There were so many options, and they all sounded quite good. There's nothing quite like being paralysed by a wealth of options. What is the word for that? Manny reflected, this is such a common experience, there has to be a word for it. She poured herself a glass of tea while her mind was on other things. Meals take planning, but tea is instinctual.
baroncognito: (Satchel)
If not for the drought, Manny probably would have spent 40 minutes in the shower, letting the water run over her long after it had gone cold. Instead, she washed and rinsed her hair as quickly as possible and and washed the rest of the way with a damp towel soaked in a Dr. Bronner's peppermint. Then another 30 second rinse. Not as nice as an actual shower, but she still felt clean. That out of the way, Manny began considerations of her next meal. Most importantly, what would she call it?
baroncognito: (Satchel)
Manny considers her options. "If I wake up," she says to herself, "I'll be able to go to the bathroom, shower, and eventually eat. But, and this is a major downside, I'll also be awake." A small part of her argues that she's already awake and no amount of keeping her eyes closed and staying under the blankets is going to change that. Manny wonder what part of her brain she'd have to cut out to remove that voice. "I'm asleep if I say I am, damnit." She eventually forces her eyes open, gets out of bed, and finds her way to the bathroom.
baroncognito: (Satchel)
It's a white sauce pizza with mushrooms, spinach, and four types of cheeses. It is delicious, though it could probably use more garlic. Manny wonders briefly if that's a tautology. It could be. She considers her coffee and arrives at a conclusion. No, she decides, the coffee might benefit from ginger, but not garlic. She takes another bite of pizza without burning herself. It's not a bad day at all.

Stirring

Apr. 20th, 2015 11:36 pm
baroncognito: (Satchel)
Manny stirred the sweetened condensed milk into her so-called coffee. She was somewhat ashamed to use coffee crystals, and she never did it in front of guests, but it was cheap and fast. She really only cared that her coffee was cold and caffeinated. The pizza called to her, figuratively. She was pretty hungry at this point, but she held off a bit longer. She had burnt the roof of her mount last week so she was excercising more caution for the time being. It'd probably be another five months before she burnt herself again. Pizza, why must you torment her so?
baroncognito: (Satchel)
Manny waited. She was good at it. She'd be waiting for a long time. She'd wait longer. Okay, maybe it wasn't a long time, but it seemed like forever. Sooner or later the pizza would cool and she'd be able to eat it. Yes, thing were all going according to plan. Maybe she could make a beverage while waiting for the pizza to cool. She'd show them then. She found the coffee crystals in her cupboard and mixed them into her milk. When the crystals had dissolved, she added ice. The pizza still needed to cool, Manny contemplated the option of sweetened condensed milk in her coffee.
baroncognito: (Satchel)

Ah, the damn editor in my head.

I had started an entry in September  or thereabouts. It's the story set in a small town after the dark lord is defeated and the upheaval found within.

I tried to start with an action scene, but I came back to it and today it turned quickly into an exposition dump.

The history is important for world building, but I'm not sure I really need to explain it. If I do, I definitely need to find a more natural way to do so rather than just throwing it all in the first paragraph.

And I'm still not sure how to choreograph a fight between a woman and three warm-blooded dog-like scaled beasts.

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There's a girl from a village, not too far from swampland. Her family has been farming there for generations. The story starts with a messenger arriving to announce the news from the University researchers that a Meteoroid is approaching and is going to collide with their landmass on whatever the planet they live on is called. The mages of the University have, though, developed a plan to deal with it, after years of research and study. They can't prevent the meteoriod from hitting the planet, but they can still prevent the impact from becoming an extinction event. It's been determined that people will have the best chance of surviving if they group together where magic can shield large amounts of them at once. As such, people are advised to gather near universities, where the magicians are. The girl's family gets the news and discusses it briefly before deciding to go to the nearest city with a university. Once at the city, the family has to deal with all the other new immigrants. The city made some preparations, but it's clear that they were not expecting such a large influx of people. The university scouts all the immigrants for people with potential for magic, and (of course) the girl has some ability. Nothing exceptional, but the amount of energy that will need to be channelled will require as much help as they can possibly get, no one of any ability will be ignored or turned away. They tell her that it will be dangerous, so she can make an informed decision, but do lay on the guilt to sway her decision.

I still need a time line for this. The meteoroid was detected at least 10 years before impact. An announcement was possibly made at this time. Then years of research followed to decide on the best plan of action. Once that decision is made, preparations have to go underway at the University towns. A messenger will probably go out to inform people of the decision.

The question is: How much warning are people given, and when do people start moving to the cities?

The university certainly wants to get them to the city as soon as possible. It's easier to test people at the city for magical ability than it is to send out representatives to find people with potential and come back with them. The sooner people get to the cities, the sooner they get tested, and the sooner they get into training.

The people will probably start sorting in as soon as they feel they can leave their homes behind. For some of them, it means never leaving. They don't really trust the Universities, and they'd rather die than leave their homes anyway. Some people were probably looking for an excuse to leave town and will go to the city at their earliest convenience. Others will leave as the town slowly dwindles.

Hm.

I'll also need to know more about meteoroids and the effects of their impacts.
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To be entirely frank, I was not entirely invested in getting the promotion. I figured I'd apply, see where it got me, and take the interview experience. I started working at Sierra Summit in October of 2000, it was my first real job. In early 2002, I applied to be a Blue Shirt (the student manager position). Part of the application process was a one page essay. What follows is the rough draft of my essay. The final version was in colour, because PROFESSIONALISM!

I still hold a grudge against Tom, the assistant manager of Sierra Summit, because he called my essay Infantile. Juvenile or Immature I would have been fine with, but I object to his characterization of my effort.
Pictures and commentary behind the cut. )
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I don't like taking pills. I compromise on vitamins. Yes, they're pill shaped, but they're just nutritional supplements, they don't really do much of anything. I try not to take aspirin or Ibuprofen unless a headache is bad enough to entirely prevent me from functioning. However, I've run into another problem recently; my insomnia is getting worse. I have no regular sleep schedule anymore. It's annoying. I have no reason to be awake at 3am. My options are limited. I cannot at this time move to a city where I'd be awake at the correct hours of the day. Also, given that my sleep "pattern" doesn't seem to be modulo 24, such a city probably isn't on earth. So that's out. Alcohol helps some people get to sleep, but I've never found that proper balance. I get to "slightly buzzed" easily enough and "really buzzed" now and then, but I've never gotten the "pass out drunk" stage, just the "righteously sick" stage that I really don't enjoy at all, so I tend to stop at really buzzed. Besides which, I don't think I can afford the quantities of alcohol to do that every night. That leaves exercise, which hasn't really helped much in the past, or sleeping aids.

I think I'll try exercise first.
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But I kind of wish I could dance as well as cookie monster.
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There are seers. For a price, they can tell you about the future. It's not about profits, the material cost, and physical costs, of divination are steep. In the great days of the Universities, now mostly passed, the universities would fund their own prophecies (via donations from alumni, tuition from students, and the money earned from services rendered.) for purposes of research, and governments and wealthy people would purchase prophecies for other reasons.

Once a prophecy is made, until it is fulfilled, seers can be stuck by prophecy. These can come without prompting, but a seer can instigate things by putting him/herself into a more receptive state. Not every vision received in this manner is applicable to the situation.

I don't know everything about magic yet. I know that people are born with an affinity, that it can manifest without training, but training is more than helpful. I know that a mage can increase her ability to work a certain type of magic in a certain area, and mages trained by different universities will have different symbols and runes to do the same thing. There are items of power, some that just happened and others that were constructed. There may be ley lines, but not necessarily. If there are, it's because there's something about a location that conducts magic, similar to fingers on a novelty plasma globe. I know that magic attenuates with distance, and is strongest with direct contact.

I don't know quite yet how they kept the cities standing, or what sort of magics there are other than divination. I need to give it more thought.
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Mmmmm... mice.

Tell me that doesn't look delicious.
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For 18 years I've had a song in my head. I've never heard it when I haven't been holding a trombone. I don't know what it sounds like if it isn't being performed by a 6th grade band, but quite frankly, I don't even remember what it sounds like even then. But when I'm walking, Dazon (From the Ballet of Fancy Free) is one of the songs I might just be singing.

I don't own an MP3 player.
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