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ROW80: Still on Track!

Not too much to report for this mid-week ROW80 check-in.  Blogwise, I’ve been keeping up with my theme days — I wrote a steampunk fashion post on Monday and a fun music post yesterday — and I’ve got drafts of the remaining two posts for the week queued up.

In the realm of writing, tell me no lies is coming along.  I’ve been tweaking the plot, and taking time to work out the kinks and details for the latter half of the story.  My MC now has a fleshed-out backstory that is much more, and I have a better idea of what the climax will look like.  Better yet, my antagonist, a sociopathic serial killer, is sending very creepy letters to my MC (creepy to the point where I am getting the heebie-jeebies).  The story has reached 16k, which means that I have another 34k to write in order to ‘win’ CampNaNo.  Shockingly, this doesn’t seem too far out of reach, so maybe, just maybe, I’ll have a working draft of this novel by the end of the month. *crosses fingers and looks hopeful*

If I can maintain the pace of writing roughly 1500 words per day, I might consider giving my other two WIPs the NaNo treatment, focusing solely on one for a month or so, hammering out as many words as possible, and then setting it aside to move on to the next tale.  I am almost certain that I am going to attempt NaNo in November, and if I indeed do so, I am going to take the month to edit and finish Path to the Peacock Throne.  I’ve had glimmers of ideas for the latter two-thirds of the book, and I think by the time November rolls around, I’ll be more than ready to get back to my world of magic and legend and lore.

The other thing I’ve been doing this week is playing around with flash fiction.  Up till this point, I’ve avoided it like the plague, mostly because I tend to be quite a wordy sort of writer.  I like detail and backstory and description, and the thought of having to cram all that into a teeny tale was more than I could bear.  But I figured I’d try out a challenge involving the seven heavenly virtues, and surprisingly, I’m having a blast.  I’ve covered the first four — Chastity, Temperance, Charity, and Diligence — and I have some ideas simmering in my head for the final three.  At 100 words each they are a bit of a challenge to write, but oh my, I’m having fun doing it.

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And now for a cool historical tidbit! For this check-in, I offer a collection of pretty pictures, courtesy of the Library of Congress’ Photocrom Print Collection.  This collection showcases travel photographs taken around the world between 1890s and 1910s, and are all in color.  I highly recommend checking it out, as the photos are all incredibly gorgeous.

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Seven Virtues Flash Fiction: Diligence

The fourth of the seven virtues is diligence: “A zealous and careful nature in one’s actions and work,” according to Wikipedia.  This entry was actually a blast to write, as it involves Tempest, the hard-drinking, rabble-rousing saloon singer of my WIP, tell me no lies, and Adam Davenport, the honorable, fastidious, and meticulous detective that falls for her.

My fill is a wee bit NSFW, so I’m placing it under the jump just in case.  Oh, and don’t forget to check out the other participants, listed on the challenge page and also at #7Virtues.

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Seven Virtues Flash Fiction: Charity

It is Day 3 of Lady Antimony’s Seven Virtues Flash Fiction challenge.  The theme for today: Charity.  My take on Chastity is here, and my entry for Temperance is here.  I’ve also made a handy flash fiction page, so once the challenge is through, all seven of my delightfully virtuous entries will be corralled into one spot.

Swing by the challenge page, or visit #7Virtues on Twitter, to check out the entries from the other writers in the challenge, who have all created some wonderful stories based on each prompt.

Today, the inspiration for Charity comes from my favorite movie of all time, Disney’s Beauty and the Beast.  Enjoy!

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“Regret”

The old woman they brought before me was gnarled and grey and stank of urine.  I recoiled in disgust, the sight of the thing sullying my hall awakening nothing but contempt within me.  The revulsion only grew when she croaked,

“A bed for the night.”

I kicked at the hands stretched in supplication.

“Take this hag from my sight,” I ordered. “Toss her outside the palace gates, where she belongs.”

Before the servants could move, she stood, spine shockingly erect. Her rheumy eyes sparkled like brilliant emeralds. She grinned, and her mouth was luscious; she was melting into youth.

“You will regret this.”

A howl was my only response.

Introducing Things I Love Tuesday: Dengue Fever

It’s time for the first installment of Things I Love Tuesday, my weekly series dedicated to the things that bring a smile to my face.

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For my inaugural post, I offer a bit of music: Dengue Fever’s latest single, “Cement Slippers.”  I had the fortune to see Dengue Fever in concert a few months ago and their talent and sheer energy completely blew my mind (they’re currently on tour now, so if you have a chance to see them live, do it.  You won’t regret it, I promise). Formed in 2001, the band blends psychedelic rock with 1960s Cambodian pop music. The result is an amazing marriage between East and West: bright, fun, and high-energy.

Dengue Fever records in both Khmer and English, and the lyrics of their songs are often playful and mockingly ironic, dealing with the topics of failed romances and long-distance romance.  Their latest album, Cannibal Courtship, is my current summer obsession.  I highly recommend it for anyone who is interesting in awesome rock music with a global twist.

How’s the week going, everyone? Any songs that you can’t manage to get out of your head?  Any musical recommendations to send my way?

Seven Virtues Flash Fiction: Temperance

Lady Antimony’s Seven Virtues challenge continues, and I present my second offering for the challenge (you can find my entry for Chastity here). The theme for today: Temperance. 

Make sure to use the #7Virtues hashtag to check out the lovely works by the other writers taking part in the challenge.  Stop by and offer them a bit of love and encouragement!

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“Thirst”

The bottle was grimy in the candlelight.  It beckoned her, mocked her.

It had been three months since rum burned her throat, three months since she reeked of whisky.  She stared at the bottle, licking dry lips.  If she stretched out her hand…

“Can’t handle it, can you?”  She shrank back, bristling like an angry wildcat.

The man uncorked the bottle and measured out a shot. Juniper berries tickled her nose; her mouth watered. “Taste it.”

There was a pause, broken when she threw the gin into his face, snarling. “Fuck off.”

Silence, and then the man vanished, the bottle with him, leaving her alone with thirst and desire.

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Seven Virtues Flash Fiction: Chastity

I’m a little behind on Lady Antimony’s 7 Virtues flash fiction event, which began yesterday, but as I see it, better late than never!  I can’t pass up a challenge, and this one is exciting: Seven virtues, seven days, 100 words each.

While the virtues seem to call for sparkly goodness, rainbows, and unicorns, I seem to skewing towards the dark side (blame it on writing a murder mystery set in the gritty world of the Barbary Coast).  The likelihood of seeing heavenly angels and cherubim among my stories for this challenge is highly unlikely, but hey, I might change my mind.

Be sure to follow the #7Virtues hashtag on Twitter to read the other entries from the wonderful writers participating in the challenge.

This is my first time writing flash fiction, so be gentle. 😀  Without further ado, I present my offering for Chastity.

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“Captive”

“Blessed mother, give me strength.”

The warrior’s voice was thin, reduced to a rusty rasp from a night of ceaseless prayer.  He shut his eyes, groaning, for the woman before him was clad only in a thin shift.  White, it left little to the imagination.

“Watch over your servant.” His voice trembled as the woman moved towards him. “Sh-shield me from temptation…”

Pale fingers reached out. He shrank back, though the rope about his wrists and ankles prevented him from going very far.

“Keep me pure.” He shuddered and turned away; she was tugging the shift over her head.

“Forgive me.”

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Monday Inspirations: Steampunk Fashion

For this week’s installment of Monday Inspirations, I return to the world of fashion. Today, we’re exploring steampunk fashion, my current obsession. I’ve loved the 19th century ever since I was a little girl — the result of watching films like Anne of Green Gables and My Fair Lady obsessively.  I penned silly romances set during the period, and fantasized about living in a big Victorian house, complete with a glass-enclosed conservatory filled with palms and white wicker furniture; in my mind, I would host fancy tea parties and champagne brunches while flitting about in gorgeous gowns.

Years may have passed since those early childhood fancies, but one thing remains constant: my appreciation of 19th century fashion.  It should come as little surprise that I am unbelievably enamored with the whole steampunk movement, which marries Victorian sensibilities with steampowered technology.  As I work on tell me no lies, my steampunk romance/murder mystery, fashion is a central focus.  The following is a selection of some of my favorite pieces that I’ve encountered during the research process.

gowns and full outfits.

This bridal gown, designed by the Australian-based Gallerie Serpentine, is one of my favorites.  I adore the gold-striped overcoat (particularly the leg-of-mutton sleeves, and the lace ruffle around the cuffs), and gown is also exquisite.  And, of course, I love the model’s brass goggles — an essential accessory for every steampunk woman.

The full story over at Rock n’ Roll Bride boasts a number of wonderful photos.
This two-piece taffeta suit from Clockwork Couture is another of my favorites.  Details like the high Chinese collar and the fitted cuffs, along with the teeny buttons running up the front of the bodice, are really lovely.  I also can never refuse a bustle — the draping is just beautiful.  This is something that I can imagine Tempest, my protagonist, wearing during her day-to-day life in San Francisco, as it’s a bit more sedate than the fancy and brightly colored costumes she wears while performing.
I also enjoy this outfit, where trousers, rather than voluminous skirts, are paired with a corset and cropped bolero jacket.  I’m not sure how common it is for women to dash about in trousers in this tale, but I imagine that Tempest would enjoy wearing them, if only for the freedom of movement that they provide.

ROW 80: “A Huckleberry Above a Persimmon”

After my wee rough patch earlier this week, things have gone much, much more smoothly.  A huge thanks to everyone who offered advice and suggestions for how to unstick myself at the last check-in.  It was a lovely reminder of why community is important; without all of you, I would’ve ended up sitting alone and feeling very sorry for myself, convinced that my rough patch was a sign of complete and utter failure. Instead, I managed to pick up the pieces and move on. Thanks, all!

A brief update on my goals:

Writing: tell me no lies is coming along quite well, and I’ve been keeping up with my Camp NaNoWriMo daily goals (roughly 1500 words/day).  The MS is a little over 13.5K long (!). In the week to come, my major goal is to sketch a skeleton outline of the plot, just so I can have a roadmap of what’s to come.

Thesis: Work on the final section of my results and analysis begins on Monday, and I’m actually excited to get started.  I’ve got good feelings about finishing up this project, and I can’t wait to dig in.

Blogging: One of my goals for this round of ROW80 has been to consider ways to give my blog a bit of structure.  I’ve decided on attempting theme days that allow me to talk about a range of topics, from my WIPs and the research I’m doing for my thesis, to book reviews and other fun things.  Here’s the tentative line-up:

  • Monday Inspirations: A peek at the various elements that I’m drawing upon as I explore my WIPs.
  • Things I Love Tuesday: Fun posts about my current obsessions and things that make my smile.
  • Thesis Thursday: Little blurbs about my MA thesis (a textual analysis of 1920s wedding etiquette), including a look at primary sources, short bios on the authors in my study, and other fun historical tidbits from the period.
  • Friday Free-for-All: Anything goes here — flash fiction, book reviews, cocktail recipes, random youtube videos…. I gave the Free-for-All a try the other day with a silly post about my favorite actor ever, Hugh Jackman, which was way too much fun to write.
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One of the things that I love about working on tell me no lies is the ability to utilize 19th century American slang.  Colloquialisms from the period involved incredibly vivid imagery and metaphors, like the one that I’ve used for the title of this post: “A huckleberry above a persimmon,” which is the rough approximate of “a cut above the rest.”  While steampunk worlds don’t require strict historical adherence, I think my tale (and my MC’s voice) will gain a bit of life and vivacity.

Some of my favorite phrases:

  • “biggest toad in the puddle”: most important person in a group
  • “cap the climax”: to beat all; to surpass everything
  • “to see the elephant”: to see it all; to experience everything
  • “to fix one’s flint”: to settle a matter
  • “little end of the horn”: the short end of the stick
  • “savage as a meat axe”: extremely savage
  • “one’s weight in wild cats”: to defeat a powerful opponent

For anyone interested, there are some great resources that I’ve found online, including Craig Hadley’s Dictionary of 19th Century Slang (I love this one because it includes dates and examples from literature) and John Bartlett’s Dictionary of Americanisms (originally published in 1848).

Another great source is Walt Whitman’s essay, “Slang in America.” It’s a wonderful discussion of how languages evolve and change through the emergence of colloquialisms.  As he writes, slang is “the wholesome fermentation or eructation of those processes eternally active in language, by which froth and specks are thrown up, mostly to pass away; though occasionally to settle and permanently chrystallize.”

That’s all from me for the moment.  Hop on over to the other wonderful writers sharing their ROW80 progress and cheer them on!

Introducing the Friday Free-For-All

In an effort to give my blog a bit of structure, I’m wading into the world of theme days. From this point forward — or until I change my mind — Fridays at Flights of Fancy will now all about the “free-for-all.”  The overall goal? Fun, frivolous, and fabulous.

Today I offer sexy fun in the form of my favorite actor ever, Hugh Jackman.  He first surfaced on my radar in his role as Wolverine in Bryan Singer’s X-Men (2000), and ever since then I’ve managed to catch almost every film that he’s been in.

His range is impressive.  He’s done big-budget action films like Swordfish and the X-Men franchise. He’s played the lead in romantic comedies like Someone Like You and Scoop, and tried his hand at drama (see Erskinville Kings and The Fountain).  Better yet, he also cuts a fine figure in period costume (Kate and Leopold and The Prestige are the best examples of this), which never fails to make my heart beat a bit faster.

While Hugh is an incredible actor, it’s his singing and dancing skills that make me swoon.  A true triple threat, he got his early start in musical and stage productions in Australia, and eventually found his way to London’s West End for his turn as Curly in the 1998 revival of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Oklahoma. 

Hugh earned an Olivier nomination for this role and it’s little wonder: he was (and still is) charmingly infectious, with a voice that sends shivers down my spine.

Since then, he’s gone on to win a Tony award for his role as Peter Allen in The Boy from Oz. He’s also hosted the Tony awards three times (one of the few performers to have that honor), as well as the 2009 Academy Awards, for which he won an Emmy award.  The opening number, complete with silly cardboard sets and an incredibly cute duet with Anne Hathaway, is one of my favorite moments in Oscar awards history.

More recently, Hugh’s been on tour with a one-man show (sadly, I missed his run in San Francisco, and I am totally heart-broken about it).  He also appeared on the 2011 Tony awards with host Neil Patrick Harris for a hilarious “dueling duet.”

While he has a few films in the works, including Reel Steel, coming out in November 2011, I’m more excited about the recent announcement that he may take the role of  Jean Valjean in the upcoming big screen production of Les Miserables.  I’m crossing my fingers that the project actually happens, as Les Miz is one of my all-time favorite musicals, and I think Hugh’s got the acting and singing chops to pull it off.

I close with this 2010 Lipton commercial for a final fun, silly, frivolous trea for this Friday. The dancing!  Seriously, he looks like he’s having so much fun that I am torn between giggling like mad and sighing with delight.

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Any fun weekend plans afoot?  

ROW80: Searching for Harmony

One of my favorite sounds in the world is that of an orchestra tuning.

It doesn’t always begin so pleasantly — sometimes instruments screech and wail, hitting a sharp note or a clunky flat one.  But after a few minutes of searching, each section comes together, and the result is a single, suspended moment of harmony. The orchestra sings, and it never fails to send chills down my spine.

When my writing is surpasses the point of mediocrity and inches its way towards brilliance, I feel it in my bones, that perfect harmony of nouns and verbs and adjectives, that magical interplay of character and setting and theme.

Sadly, my WIP is far, far from that.

I’m at the point where each word feels like a dead note, sloppy and carelessly placed. Certain sentences are a droning monotone, others are just painful, and the whole endeavor feels forced. Unpleasant. Sticky and slow and yucky.  To make matters worse, my inner editor has emerged from her lair to point out all of my flaws and mistakes, and I’m having a time locking her away again.

So that’s where I’ve been for the past few days — battling it out with words and trying to bend them to my will.  The frustrating thing is that I actually have an outline and a summary of this chapter… but for the moment, it refuses to be written. Perhaps the pantser in me is rebelling?

In order to force myself to at sally forth (because words written, no matter how bad they may be, are words that didn’t exist before), I decided to pull a crazy and join Camp NaNoWriMo for August.  I might fail miserably, but at least it will encourage me to try and hammer out tell me no lies.  And who knows?  Maybe somewhere along the way, my muse will return from cocktail hour and decide to help me out a little.

Still, not all is doom and gloom.  I have managed to be somewhat successful on other fronts:

Exercise: Jumpstarted the workout regime by going for a 4 mile walk on Monday on my favorite trail.  It felt so good to get moving again.  I’m pledging to jump on my glider at least 3 more times this week so I can keep up the routine.

Writing: Even though the words might be less-than-stellar, I did add about 1700 words to tell me lies.  Not all is lost!

Networking: I’m making plans to attend the Central Coast Writers Conference.  I’m so excited — it’s taking place the same weekend I planned to drive back down to Santa Barbara, and as it’s being held in San Luis Obispo, it’s on my way.  What I’d really like to do is to make a mini-trip of it, and stay overnight somewhere like the Madonna Inn.  My mom will be with me, and it’ll be a couple of days after her birthday, so I can turn it into a networking-for-me/celebration-for-her sort of thing.

Grading: 1/3 of the way through with final exams, and I think I can have the rest cleared out by Thursday.  Once I do that, summer officially begins!

Fun Stuff: I have a Pottermore account!  I still have no idea what Pottermore is supposed to be, but I’ve got an account and a user name (FelicisMahogany64), which means I will get to play around with the beta.  I’m really squealing like a five year old over all of this.

And that is all for me.  The day promises to be sunny, which will be a welcome change from the whole “foggy, highs in the upper 60s” weather that we’ve been having.  Mark Twain was dead-on when he said that the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco — the fog can chill to the bone here when it’s blazing hot everywhere else.

For those of you who are living in those blazing hot places (these seem unreal and mythical to me), stay cool!  And don’t forget to do a little bloghopping — comments and love are the best way to celebrate hump-day.

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