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Curse my girl mind…

So I had this dream about David Tennant. I dreamed that he was supposed to be speaking at a theme park, so me and a friend were going to go. But I saw him at a jazz club the night before, jamming with the band. We didn’t talk, I just thought it was weird.

ANYWAY, so the next day, Jess and I go to the theme park, and Tennant is supposed to be speaking on a rope bridge, and it really is this BIG LONG RIDICULOUS rope bridge. So we go up, and he’s just HANGING out with a bunch of random people. Like 50 people just chillin’ on this rope bridge, surrounding Tennant. So I get right up to the front, and hang out listening. Then we all leave.

But I got home, and he shows up like RIGHT AFTER ME at my house, and starts talking to my dad. And then he and I got to talking and he said he noticed me on the bridge.

End dream.

Also, he had his real Scottish accent, instead of his fake English Doctor Who accent. And on the bridge, he was wearing a kilt.

I haven’t dreamed of a celebrity since I was like…. 14. Super weird. Weirder that I woke up smiling.

Curse my girl mind…. ~_~


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***Note***  I wrote this in a hurry at 4:3oam.  I’m tired and it’s terrible, and I’m sorry.  There are many faults, and I’ll fix them eventually.



“You haven’t even flinched.”

Phaedra’s eyes flicked up to catch a dreamy smile on her friend’s lips, before glancing back down again. The gash on her forearm pinched together at the top when Tully pulled the thread taut, tying off the third in a series of stitches.

“Would you rather I were howling in pain?” asked Phaedra, her voice soft as it always was, though for once a light humor crept into her tone. The woman was always so severe, Tully couldn’t help but worry for her sometimes.

“Of course not,” replied Tully, pressing the point of the curved needle through the split flesh. Still, Phae didn’t react. “I just… admire your strength.”

She was still smiling. Phaedra gave her head a light shake. Tully baffled her sometimes. It was a long fight to get out of that colony, free from the fences and the locks, and crossbows trained on them every second of every day; still, Tully smiled. Even when they were captured, bound and carted off to that awful place, Tully still managed to smile. There were tears, tantrums, fury from everyone else, dozens of others all desperate for answers….

Tully tried to stay on the bright side.

Phaedra wasn’t aware of any bright side.

Their lives had gone completely out of control, all because they had chosen to share an inn room while Phaedra helped Tully find a cure for that awful cough she’d had. Fortunately, the cough was alleviated, but they had hardly gotten their things packed to go back to work at the bakery, when the door came crashing off the hinges—

Phaedra shook her head and sighed. Going back to the bakery seemed useless now. Would they go so far as to wait for Phae and Tully where they worked?

“Done.” Tully started packing up her first aid kit, and Phaedra lifted her arm to look over the other woman’s handy work. The stitches were clean, and the cut wasn’t even bleeding through the gaps.

“Thanks,” murmured Phaedra, and grabbed a strip of cloth that had been torn from Tully’s underskirt, starting to wrap the newly-sewn arm. “Where did you learn to do that, anyway?”

A sad smile was cast over Tully’s shoulder as she tucked her things away. “I wasn’t always a baker, Phae. Somehow, I don’t expect you were, either.”

Their eyes met, and a silence passed between them, understanding and steadying. Something in that silence earned a smile from Tully, and Phaedra’s eyes fell to the fabric on her arm.

“No. Not always.”


Filed under Flash Fiction, Writing


ALRIGHT, LAZINESS!  I have had enough of you!  So, here’s my new strategy:

  • I’m compiling writing prompts and challenges, and I’ll post one every Friday.  Anyone who wants to participate in the writing challenge and share it, link me to the finished product in a comment and I’ll post the link on the writing challenge post.  =]  You can link me at any point during that week.
  • Every Monday will be my ‘post a piece of fiction’ day.  It’ll probably be mostly flash fiction, or excerpts.
  • Weekly or monthly guest blogger?  We’ll see.  If you’re interested in exchanging guest posts, drop me a line!
  • Every Wednesday, I’ll be hunting down handy writing blogs and sharing them with all of you!   So, yay and such.

In a nutshell?

  • Monday – Random Bits of Fiction Day
  • Wednesday –  Writing blog hunt!
  • Friday – Writing challenge day!  (If anyone has any writing challenges to share, let me know!)
  • One of the other four days? – Possible guest blogger!

Okay, everyone get excited now. <3  I know I am.  Also, I hate my new layout, but I’m working on it.  I am fully aware that it’s horrendously ugly.  =P


Filed under Life, Writing

Lack of Motivation or Just Plain Laziness?

Since my move to FL, I’ve had a difficult time getting back into writing.  It’s taken a backseat to depression, home sickness, and self-doubt.  Mostly, I’ve just lost the motivation to keep writing.  Until now.  I’ve spent the last couple of months analyzing why I’ve lost the drive to do what I love and I’ve come to the conclusion that being down in the dumps just sucks away the will to find creativity.

After all, creativity isn’t just there.  It has to be mined and molded into something worth presenting.  Creativity isn’t worth a damn if you don’t have the drive to work at it, right?

I had an English teacher tell me once, “Yeah, that’s very creative.  Terrific.  Now do something with it.”

Doing something with it is where the work comes in.  Two months of doing absolutely nothing with my writing and my general creativity makes me CRAZY.  But still unmotivated.

Or lazy?

Maybe I just fell into a rut and I’m completely unwilling to pull myself out because laying at the bottom of the pit, looking up is easier than trying to climb the walls.

I could blame it on writer’s block…. except I don’t believe in writer’s block.  Fortunately, considering blaming writer’s block, a concept that never held any water for me, was exactly where I found my solution.

Write.  It doesn’t matter what you write, as long as you’re writing.  Eventually, in that flow of scribbles or key-taps, the block will be broken.  And in that flow of scribbles and key-taps, the lack of motivation, and lack of will to climb out of the pit is thwarted.

Short answer?  I tricked myself into writing again.

How do you thwart lack of motivation or laziness?


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Steampunk Tales and Kit’s Busy-ness.

WELL WELL WELL!  I suppose I should update you guys, since my posts haven’t been very quality-oriented lately.  I do apologize, and I apologize even harder for sporadic/lack of comments to all of your blogs.  I have NOT stopped reading, or stopped loving you guys.  I’m just swamped to hell and back.

Here’s my list of crap I’m trying to accomplish:

1.  Job hunting. This might kill me.  I’ll keep you posted.  I’m poor and sad and ready to shankabitch.

2.  Ossuarium. I know I owe you guys chapter 4.  I am working on it, though I’m also considering taking it down after I let everyone read chapter 5.  Following Mckenzie’s lead, since I also intend to get this published.  I appreciate everyone’s feedback thus far, and if you want to keep reading through chapter 5, you’re welcome to.  =]

3.  My initial WiP. Which is not going anywhere right now.  I need to get back into gear with that one.  I may put it aside for a few months.

4.  NaNoWriMo. November approacheth.  I’m working on a vague outline for my NaNo project, just so I can fuck about in October without worrying I’m wasting time.

5.  Submission for Steampunk Tales. Hoping to have this short story done and submitted by the end of the week.  Working my ass off on it.

This list isn’t in any particular order, since certain things take priority at certain times, usually with job hunting always sitting pretty at the top.  I’ve also gotten back into reading comic books with the 13 issue run of Quicksilver and the House of M series.

Busy, busy, busy.  I’ll attempt to keep you kids updated, but I’ll probably continue my sporadic and random postings in between. <3


<3 Kit.


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Novel: Fiction or Non-Fiction?

My boyfriend and I had the following conversation at 3am, and now I’m curious as to how other people view the term “novel.”  His argument is that some definitions of the word are vague on whether it’s simply fiction or if it works in non-fiction as well.

He’s in green with no name, I’m Snuff Film Sweetheart in bold, with purple text. I apologize completely for the train wreck of AIM text… it really just refuses to format properly.

someone asked me today if a novel had to be fiction

i was discribing nanowrimo to him

wikipedia seems to agree with me that the answer isnt completely certain, whats do you think?

Snuff Film Sweetheart

Merriam-Webster says it’s fiction.

Definition of NOVEL

: an invented prose narrative that is usually long and complex and deals especially with human experience through a usually connected sequence of events
I’ve always considered novel to be fiction.  It just seems weird to lump non-fiction into the ‘novel’ category.

does it? they call political commentators “novellists”

does that definition identify it as fiction?

i guess it depends on how you interpret the word invented

Snuff Film Sweetheart

I think the word invented is pretty straight forward.

cant a non-fiction book be an invention of the author?

Snuff Film Sweetheart

A non-fiction book would be derived through experience.

In the definition, they aren’t speaking of the physical product of a book being invented.  In that case, it would technically be applicable to a non-fiction work.

But the invention is the prose narrative.

The actual subject matter.

arent those two different things?

Snuff Film Sweetheart

The book and the narrative, or the narrative and the subject matter?

the narrative and the subject matter

Snuff Film Sweetheart

The narrative would be relaying the subject matter.

So, in this case, they tie together.

right, so in the case of non-fiction writing, the narrative is an original creation of the author

Snuff Film Sweetheart

But the subject matter isn’t invented.

It’s a recount of experience.


Snuff Film Sweetheart

The subject matter can exist independently of the narrative, but the narrative can’t exist independently of the subject matter.  It’s just a tool to relay that which as been experienced or fabricated.
I’m sorry, experienced/researched, to be technical

So I think in saying that the prose a non-ficton author puts on paper is considered his own invention is kind of stretching the definition of the term when used in the context Merriam-Webster has.

And it’s 3 am, so I could be off the mark and jaded by opinion


wikipedia defines narrative as fictional or non-fictional

Snuff Film Sweetheart

Narrative IS fictional or non-fictional.

But a novel is generally defined as a work of fiction.

but it’s a relevant opinion, and i think that’s the point, its an ongoing debate so no most sources won’t directly define the word novel as fictional or non-fictional

even nanowrimo is vague: “In short: If you believe you’re writing a novel, we believe you’re writing a novel too.”

but it also says they define it as fiction

Snuff Film Sweetheart

So that’s not vague at all. XD


i’m not convinced tho, it seems to me that fictional and non-fictional narratives have the same roots, going back to early 18th century romantic works

Snuff Film Sweetheart

Wikipedia also makes it pretty clear that modern use  of the word “novel” differs from more archaic usage.

If you read through the timeline, the word novel has grown into what’s mostly accepted as a means of encapsulating fiction.

that probably has a lot to do with the rising popularity of fiction

Snuff Film Sweetheart

Likely, but still valid.

yeah, it is


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Shedding Skin & Starting Over

Prompted by a thread started over at PaganSpace, I got thinking about the possibility of starting over.

Not just a new blog, new screen names, new Facebook, but a whole new life.

Have you ever had the urge to just drop everything, pick up what’s precious to you, and run away?  Start over somewhere fresh, where no one knows you, no one has ties to you, and your former life as ‘nobody’ doesn’t apply?

Have you ever felt like you were playing an extra in the film of you own life?

I have to say that I absolutely have felt that way on a multitude of occasions.  Sometimes life isn’t what you expected it to be.  Things didn’t turn out the way they were supposed to when you planned them.  Sometimes, the only logical thing to do is to just leave, and try again where you don’t have the stigma of who people think you are hanging over your head.

It’s not logical, obviously.  We have families and lovers and friends and jobs and pets.

But if you wouldn’t hurt anyone by leaving, would you?  Would you start a new life somewhere else, where you could be someone else?

I would.  Hell, maybe when I’m not poor anymore, I will.  Who knows.

Anyway, just some food for thought.  <3

Maybe someday, I’ll actually write about writing again.


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I have come to realize….

I stole this from Mckenzie at Unabridged Girl who stole it from Suzicate and it’s fun.  =]  Reposted with my own answers!

1. I’ve come to realize that my chest-size…is growing freakishly large for a girl my size….

2. I’ve come to realize that my job… is non-existent.  Sadface.

3. I’ve come to realize that when I’m driving… I’m on the verge of getting arrested, since I don’t have my license.

4. I’ve come to realize that I need… more life experience, less internet addiction.

5. I’ve come to realize that I have lost… remarkably few friends since high school.

6. I’ve come to realize that I hate… centipedes.

7. I’ve come to realize that if I’m drunk… my personality is made of stupid.

8. I’ve come to realize that money… is in short supply.

9. I’ve come to realize that certain people… make me wish I owned a gun, and also makes me realize that that’s exactly why I’ll never have one.

11. I’ve come to realize that my siblings(s)… produced a hilarious little brat.

12. I’ve come to realize that my mom… drinks a LOT of Arizona Sweet Tea.

13. I’ve come to realize that my cell phone… annoys the crap out of me.

14. I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning… it was 95 degrees and my skin was melting to the bed.

15. I’ve come to realize that my first love is… Chicken Wing, my nephew.

16. I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking about… the moth coming dangerously close to landing in my hair.

17. I’ve come to realize that my dad… is such a hilarious spaz.

18. I’ve come to realize that when I get on Facebook… I remember that it’s not as interesting as it tries to be.

19. I’ve come to realize that today… could have been thirty degrees cooler and it still would have been too hot.

20. I’ve come to realize that my best friend(s)… are fucking ridiculous.

21. I’ve come to realize that my spouse… is as-yet unknown.  I’m approaching spinster status!

22. I’ve come to realize that I really want to…write. WRITE.  <–I can’t change that and have it be accurate.

23. I’ve come to realize that life… is both too short and too long to waste by being disagreeable.

24. I’ve come to realize that this weekend… blends into the weekdays when one is unemployed.

25. I’ve come to realize that next weekend… will once again blend with the weekdays.

26. I’ve come to realize that my children… will be used as cheap labor and bargaining chips.  I might be kidding.  You’ll never know.

27. I’ve come to realize that when life gives you lemons… you’d better ask for sugar and water too, or that lemonade is going to suck.


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New Corset!

So, my friend Jessi gave me a present she got from her friend Sam.  Sam doesn’t fit into her corset anymore because she lost weight.  And now I have a very sexy red corset.

Jess calls me and she goes “I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU!  I’ll give you two hints: it’s made of red brocade and has lacing.”

But I heard lace, so naturally I said “If you bought me lingerie, our friendship just moved to a very uncomfortable level.  We are not that close.”

And she goes.  “… You’re an ass, I”m coming over.”  And that’s what she brought:

The answer is yes, I did get so excited that I had to try it on right then. In my sundress.

So, yay and things. <3

Just sharing. XD


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