And I have things from two people.
Geez. Well, I've been a mom for my entire adult life. Elayna was actually due on my 21st birthday! Motherhood... shapes everything I am and do. Every action, everything is framed first in my mind as "how does this affect Elayna?"
And... I never thought I could love someone so much. Heart-exploding love for my beautiful brilliant girl. Even given the times we argue about vegetables. I listen to her singing upstairs, ad I just smile.
2. Tinkerbell (hee, couldn't help myself there!)
:P You suck. *laugh*
No, really, this came about because I love so many Pirate Queens - Spooky and Gwyn and S00j and all - and I am just... not a pirate. I am a girl who hangs out with pirates. And I thought "Oh crap. I'm Tinkerbell."
I don't fit the classic Tinkerbell mold. But there's something appealing about strapping on my fairy wings and combat boots.
In the early days of my LJ, I got a lot of people friending me. Really fast. Really weird. I have no iea why. And I have been told that I am a Nexus, and I... am not entirely comfortable with that. It implies a lot that I didn't really sign up for. So there's occasionally a low-grade turmoil about the fact that I have an audience, and a passionate one. Great power. Great responsibility. I try to use my powers for good.
Shayara is the story I have been telling myself for half my life, and if you know me, you can see echoes of me and of who I have been all over it.
On the surface, it's about a race that existed before humans and has now interbred with them, a race with psychic-type abilities. And it's about their city, which is sort of in our world and sort of not. It's about deposing corrupt governments, and righting ancient wrongs.
But it's mostly about being homesick for a place you've never been. Finding your way home. Or making a home. And deciding who you're going to be.
5. Liminal spaces
Oh, man, my *life* is a liminal space. I am always in the threshold and always becoming. And I have a brain that shifts states such that if I see lightning or hear an aria, I always have to ask if it really happened or if my brain cascaded... the story that'll be in Interfictions 2 is quantum physics and/or seizure state and/or magical realism, and the way my brain works, it can be all of those things at once.
I need to write something about interstitiality for the book. Will post it here when I do.
And then also bodhifox:
1. Pulling an incarnation as a living Muse
...damn, Bodhi, I don't know what to do with this one!
If I'm a Muse, we all are, because we all inspire each other. You know?
Heh. My "I am not a poet" comes from me not liking most poetry. Most poetry I'd seen is just a writing exercise layering pretty phrase upon pretty phrase without any real thrust or meaning.
Imagine my surprise when I started writing the stuff!
I think for me... I primarily write short stories, not poetry. When something comes out in poem form rather than as short fiction, it is bare and stark and forceful, an idea or story that rejects clothing, preferring to show itself as a burst of naked emotion.
3. Kicking the Dark in the teeth and Living Large
Hell, it's either that or curl up in a ball and wither and die. I like my way better. My way has chocolate cake.
5. Shiny and remarkable parenting skills
I trat her like I'd want to be treated. And I listen.