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[wanderingaldecaldo]

@morganlefaye79 surprised me with these shots of Val and Mitch. I love the colors so much, thank you!!

And the bonus. Who can blame him? 😏

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Getting to Know Me Better Tag Game

Thanks for the tags @cherryrockpops and @morganlefaye79!

Favorite Color: Blue or green, and anything in between

Currently Reading: I'm terribly behind on reading. I have ScorpioInk's latest that I started, and I'm like one chapter into Gigil's "Big in Japan"

Last Song: Technically I listened to music at the local festival last night but I don't know what it was 😂

Last Series: Started Cyberpunk: Edgerunners last night!

Last Movie: Elvis

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Yes. What kind of question is this???

Currently Working On: Sooo many things: Corpo Val's halloween costume; a friend's NPV; recolor of Santiago's jacket; and that's not even touching my writing. The Corpo Val AU story is still my primary focus (43K words?!! what???) but I did pull out the next in the Streetkid Val series and poked at it last week. I need a clone to work on all this stuff while I'm at work or asleep.

Tagging with zero pressure: @ravenstrange, @ladyotakukiut, @breezypunk, @miss--river, @afterdark-vp, @gloryride

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! 💗

[wanderingaldecaldo]

Send this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!❤❤❤❤❤❤

You too!!! So glad we met because of this game and your boys! 💖💖💖💖

[wanderingaldecaldo]

For the weird writer questions: 7, 13 and 32.

Thanks for the asks @morganlefaye79!

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Seeing a story I'd imagined in my head come to life, and then being able to read it myself? I will never get over that magic.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Hard: dealing with death and loss. I think this goes back to losing my grandfather when I was a teenager. He was a very important person to me, and I suspect I've never fully processed his death. That being said, loss was a major theme in NOGLY so maybe as I'm getting older, I'm able to address it.

Easy: cars, which is perfect since I tend to write about Nomads. 😂 I've been interested in cars since I was a kid and I love to write scenes involving them. In fact, I'm gonna drop some excerpts after the cut!

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

This one has really stumped me. I've been racking my brain and staring at my bookshelf, but I cannot think of one in particular. I'm not generally good at remembering details -- hello friends who help me look over my delivered comms to make sure I didn't miss anything lmao -- and I have to read things twice before I start to remember specifics, which is why I rely heavily on outside sources when writing fic. 😩

Instead let me just answer a more generic "what poem/novel/fanfic" do I return to: Persuasion by Jane Austen, Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson, Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole, Austerlitz by W.G. Sebald.

The promised car scenes!

From No One's Gonna Love You, Chapter Five:

Mitch pushes the Coyote faster, harder on the hilly two-lane highway, the wheels leaving the ground as he crests a few larger hills and squawking as they touch back down on the pavement, until he ignores a rusted, shot-filled warning sign for a curve and nearly launches the car at the guardrail. Reflexes take over—he brakes and downshifts with one hand while yanking the wheel with the other, and the tires scream until the car comes to a stop with the bumper inches from the dented metal that wouldn’t have prevented him from flipping and rolling down the slope. Undoubtedly he’d survive the tumble, but then Pan’d know just how bad an idea it was to let him out of the doc’s care early, and he’s gotta be the responsible one, that’s his role now.

And here's my favorite, from a WIP that may never come to fruition, a Mitch/Claire slowburn. I wrote the full scene for one of the prompts for MoxWrites2077 from Lizzie's:

He’s gotta give her credit, she knows how to drive this machine. He runs the previous laps simultaneously and somehow Claire has coaxed a few split seconds out of the Beast on the straightaway through the first canyon and the rough terrain after, but she’s going too fast for the turn into the next canyon.

“Goin’ too fast,” he cautions.

She ignores him, the muscles of her jaw clenching and fingers whitening on the steering wheel, and she heads into the turn at full speed. Mitch grabs onto the console as the truck starts to skid and they hit a rock and the left wheels lift off the ground while the right side fights for purchase on the sand. They hang suspended for what feels like a minute but is really only a half-second before the driver’s side drops back to the earth, the suspension groaning as it absorbs the weight.

She whoops as the Beast settles out and she guns it through the dried creek bed. Mitch shakes his head at the good luck that kept them from flipping. She’s down five seconds on the Colby by the time they head into Biotechnica Flats, but it’s the next turn he’s worried about—it’s asphalt but with the sand it will be slippery as an oil slick.

The Beast devours the pavement and he debates not saying anything at all, but he can’t do that—he’s gotta try to warn her, even if she doesn’t want to listen.

“Next corner is slippery, might wanna slow down.”

Again Claire ignores him. By the time she starts braking for the turn, it’s too late. The wheels turn but can’t catch hold of the pavement and they’re heading straight at one of the steel girders. She slams the brakes and the wheels lock and she yanks the steering wheel harder. The nose starts to turn but they’re going too fast and the Beast barrels into the girder. Time slows and reduces the crash to the smallest components—the shriek of the fender as the metal rends, his body moving forward from inertia before the restraints snap him back and knock the air from his lungs and the back of his head strikes the cab wall, the smell of burnt rubber from the skidding tires, Claire’s skull cracking against the frame and her cry of pain.

At last the Beast stops. Mitch blinks then looks over at Claire. She’s gripping the steering wheel like it’s a lifeline and staring out the windshield, her breath ragged. He touches her shoulder and she starts, looks at him. Blood oozes from a gash over her left eye.

“You okay?”

Blinking, she nods. She makes no move toward the shifter so Mitch moves it to park. That snaps her back to reality and she slams her hands on the wheel.

“Fuck!”

“C’mon,” he says, releasing his harness. “Let’s take a look.”

[xlordslayer]

Morgan le Fay and her son Sir Mordred by Asterodia | Arthurian in 2019⠀ ⠀ #morganlefay #morganlefaye #mordred #mordredpendragon #celtic #druid #druidry #druids #druidsofinstagram (at Bakersfield, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzQleYvlQvC/?igshid=1sxmrhsp1m784

[andrewjbrumpton-blog]

Daily Goddess: Morgan le Faye: Rhythms. A balance is never static but moves according to external stimuli and internal choices. We are influenced by overt and covert forces around us as well as the mindset and attitude of not only us but those who surround us. Accept the movement of your balance and grow to understand how and why the balances in our lives move as they do. Only then can you adjust things so that your will is made manifest to the worlds. #goddessoracle #dailygoddess #morganlefaye #rhythms #hranajanto #oraclecards #intuitivewisdom #oracleintuitive #intuitivereadings #millbrook (at Stalybridge)

[ohnoregard]

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You sound tragically unwilling to just swap pets :(

DEfinitely unwilling!!! MY PUPPY DOG IS A PERFECT LITTLE ANGEL!!!