November 9th, 2012



Today's Chance to Help Someone
Amazing singer and friend Rebecca Loebe's car was broken into, and $2,500 worth of cash and gear was stolen. Like many of us, Becca lives pretty close to the bone already. She needs help to recoup her costs and replace her gear!

So she's offering her music and merch, for a limited time only, bundled with a bulk discount. Check the Loebe Recovery Act out. And let me just tell you, you'd be a fool not to at least scoop up her 4 CDs for $40. There are several songs on there that are among the songs I use to explain me to people - right now, "Circus Heart" is the big one.

Happy Wyrding Studios Anniversary!
kythryne wants us to pick our favorite piece of Wyrding Studios jewelry and post links to it in places for the anniversary of Wyrding Studios!

This is an unfair thing to ask of me. :P

I cannot possibly pick a favorite. It's like picking a favorite poem. RIDICULOUS, KYTH. And one day I need to photograph my dresser, which pretty much looks like a dragon's hoard. Silver swirls and sparklies and seashells all over.

What I am saying is that my collection is huge and I love it all.

So this is my most recent favorite.

Rosegold mermaid. I'm still dearly hoping that someone will buy me the matching bracelet someday. This is an absolutely stunning necklace. People look at Kyth's bigger necklaces and wonder how they can be worn; I say you just gotta own it. I wear them to weddings and to the movies. They really do work everywhere.

The Wyrding Studios anniversary collection will be going online today, I think. Watch for it.

More on other topics later!
Welcome home

I should write about Splinter, huh?

I still haven't narrowed down what I'm going to write about it in my pro blog, which is less about my life and history. But I'll make a go of it here.

Wow, I just looked at the document and realized that it was published exactly a year to the day after I wrote it. That's a thing.


Almost every story I write comes from multiple seeds that seem unrelated, but collide in my head. Like temporal lobe epilepsy, quantum physics, a certain waiter, and a particular habit of Charles Fort's did to create "Valentines". In this case, there were two particular things.

The not-deeply-personal thing: At PiCon, in August 2011, I was on a panel about quests, and I mused that really, we don't often see what happens after the quest. We see a happy return to the everyday world, and we see that someone has gained Courage and Wisdom and Insight, but we don't see any negative effects, and we leave our adventurers immediately after, when they are oh so happy to be home. But what happens later? And what happens if things don't work?

The deeply-personal thing: If you've been reading me for any length of time, you know that I used to live in Vegas and have a deep attachment to it and its broken beauty. Every so often, when I'm in a particularly masochistic frame of mind, I google people I knew. Nine times out of ten I get an obituary. We were not living good lives back then; this is no surprise. I got out only because I got pregnant and had a flash of common sense. I left, in fact, the very day I found out I was pregnant. I lack closure big time. So I write about Vegas a lot.

In August of last year, for the first time in many years, I got a hit on Layne, my first love and possibly Elayna's birth-father (complicated timing and you can piece stuff together from my other posts). And it was his obituary.

I'd thought he was already dead a dozen times before. Rumors. I heard he'd ODed, I heard he'd been shot, and I had years between looking for anything under his name, because I just couldn't. So I honestly, at this point, did not think he had been alive for a bit. But he was.

And he had a family, a wife and stepkids.

And I... I had this unexpected surge of horrible grief, because once upon a time I loved him, and he is a huge part of a hugely important part of my life. But also, seeing the picture of him with his wife and kids, I thought, "I am not entitled to this grief. They lived with him for years, they were his family, I am a fragment - they lost a husband and a father. I lost a memory, a story I tell myself."

It took me a while to allow myself the grief.

He was theirs more. But he was important to me. And he was one of the last remnants of this incredibly intense, surreal, often terrible thing that has shaped my life.

So when I allowed myself to accept the emotions and not judge them, I got ambushed by story one day and sat down and wrote "Splinter" all in one surge, one violent outburst. I vomited forth - sorry for the imagery, but I had about that much control over the proceedings - this thing, this cry of pain and loneliness. I did it because no one else was left who knew.

And then I sat on it for months, because what is this thing? Who would want it?

I met Lynne and Michael Thomas of Apex Magazine at Wiscon this May, and we befriended each other on social media. So when, this June, I came across "Splinter" in my files and wondered aloud on Twitter who would want something so short, dark, twisty, whatever, they both told me to send it to them.

So I did.

And here it is.

People have asked why I'm shy about it; the thing is that I'm so close to it, and had so little conscious mind while writing it, that I completely lack any perspective on whether or not it works or is any good at all. So that's why.

So I wrote this thing.

Only some of the characters are based on anyone. Some of the things in it are things my friends did believe, or say they believed. I won't tell you which. Reads better that way.

Everything echoes.