Cedar Sanderson's Blog, page 18

Odd Prompts: Special Delivery

This is part of the ongoing WIP, which I really ought to link up I suppose, or not and you’ll have to buy it when I’m done!  *** There were lamps. Lamps, and candles, and Bonnie knelt next to the chest, looking up at John with her hands full of slightly honey-scented tapers. “We could… Read More Odd Prompts: Special Delivery

FenCon 2022 AAR

TL:DR: Had a blast, wore myself out, and have no regrets! FenCon last year was my first experience with this con, and on a whim I’d gotten a table to commit commerce, which also turned into having friend’s books and wares on that table. The week after the con, the vote was taken and North… Read More FenCon 2022 AAR

Anthophilous

Home from the con. Drained and need to recover, may do AAR later today or tomorrow. For now I’m holing up with soft music, the Day Job, and pretending there are no people.  Anthophilous: Attracted to flowers.

FenCon 2022

I’ll be out of pocket all weekend, in Irving, Texas at FenCon. A small literary SFF con, I’d attended last year and had a lot of fun. This year I’m going back, and there will be even more fun! A lot of friends will be there, and I’m really looking forward to seeing folks.  My… Read More FenCon 2022

Odd Prompts: The Dark Room

A snippet of a work in progress, since I’ve had trouble finding time for writing around con prep. I’ll be at FenCon this weekend. Here’s my Schedule if you will be as well!  *** The cat stopped, his tail switching angrily. Nella stopped, too, doing her best to become one with the shadows. Luka crouched,… Read More Odd Prompts: The Dark Room

The Evolution of Language

My sister’s comment about my desk being an island in a sea of books is both not wrong, and got me thinking about why I own so many books. Firstly, as I have discussed elsewhere, they are a bit of a security blanket. The First Reader refers to the home library as my dragon’s hoard.… Read More The Evolution of Language

Writer’s Desk

And artist’s, and technical writer (day job title, but it doesn’t really cover what I do. Close enough), and mom and…  When we moved into the Crooked House, I was working from home and had to be working while we moved in. This, on top of other things meant that two things happened. One, the… Read More Writer’s Desk

Evoke

From the Latin ex-: out of, and vocare: to call out evocare, to call out of, to call from… I’ve been watching the conversation about art these last several weeks with interest. This is hardly the first time the art world has been set on it’s ears. I suspect that the Egyptian art community’s response… Read More Evoke

Odd Prompts: Gravel Drive

This is another snip of the WIP I’m calling Special Delivery for now.  *** John drove slowly up the winding drive, peering ahead of them with more than strictly necessary attention. The road wasn’t paved, but the center greenery had been neatly cut down, and recently, too. He steered around a puddle with a frown. … Read More Odd Prompts: Gravel Drive

Status Check

It’s Monday, and I’m sitting at the desk feeling like my brain is oozing out through my tearducts. Not really, it’s the congestion causing me to weep gently and constantly. You see, it rained…  Which is a good thing and I’m very grateful it did. I love that I can plant a fall garden, and… Read More Status Check