Sidney Williams tagged me in a fun meme, so I figured I’d play along. Well, at first I couldn’t, because I was supposed to go to page 77 of my work-in-progress, and the only thing I’ve been doing as of late are novella length, or shorter. But, my genius friend Kate Sterling said I could do what she was doing and go to page seven, and play that way. The rules are, go to page 77 (in my case 7) of your current work. Count down seven lines, and then post the next seven lines/sentences. As I’m a chronic long sentence writer, I chose to copy the sentences, not the lines.
This is part of a short story I’m writing for an anthology on sexuality in fantasy. I’ve had some thoughts, lately, on the recent sociopolitical push to drag women back to the old prehistoric caves by our hair. It has caused me… Angst. Okay, rage. And you know me, go dark or go home, so this little dystopian piece of bad news was born. This scene is where our heroine, Cherry, is confronted by an official of her church commune whose twisted desires for her cause him to act out in unholy ways:
“To keep me chaste,” she sputtered past the blood.
“As a reminder the Destroyer is everywhere, and that his demons cannot be overcome with manmade Chemical, or the National Church’s polygamist whoring, but by purity’s resistance alone.” If Cherry desired her back as bloody and raw as the Warder made his own every night, she would have added, But, the government keeps pumping me full of hormones and Chemical so I can lure these earthly servants to them, and you let them do it, so how can I be pure when everyone demands something unholy of my virginity? As she had no desire to be whipped, she remained silent.
The Warder had always been a devout boy, singularly driven to understand the world they had inherited, the life so unlike the antiquated photographs of men and women walking freely in the sunshine, holding hands and pressing together their lips and bodies. He had latched on to the church’s inane assertions that the mouth of hell had opened up and spewed forth the creatures that had one day appeared from underground and carried off the majority of the world’s chaste in less than a month’s time.
As I am very, very late to the game, all of my writing friends have been tagged, so I can’t play the “tag seven friends” part. But, if you’re a writer stopping by here and want to play, go ahead. Just let me know in the comments so I can read your 7-7-7.
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I’m backtracking a little through my progress with the Resonance sequel (titled Harmony), because I’ve decided–no, the story’s decided–there has to be a third book. I never expected this to become a trilogy. Well, once I had a notion that there was room within the plot confines for a third book, but I never really gave it much thought beyond that. Then, the other night I was playing the “what if” game with the Architect and an entirely new idea twisted itself out of the current Harmony plot, and set about weaving itself into a whole storyline. Because of that, some of the events that were going to happen in this upcoming novel have either been shifted to the final book’s plot, or have been deleted altogether. I don’t mind the work, really, because it’s all going to make for a much more exciting series. And that’s a good thing. It’s just chewing up a significant amount of my extra time.
In derby news, we at SRG had another bout on July 17. We won, by a significant margin. I don’t have any photos to post, sadly, because no one I know has a camera that’s speedy enough to take the good action pictures, and I’m too lazy to contact the people who do to see if they’ll allow me publication rights. But, I was there and I skated well. Promise. We had an unofficial scrimmage against another team on Sunday night, and we won with a similar score. This all makes me very happy, and excited for our next bout in August.
I also got new wheels, Atom G-Rods, and my laps-in-five-minutes count went from 26 to 28. Yay for magically awesome wheels! Oh, and I have a new helmet. It does nothing to make me faster. But, it does a lot for the looking badass category.
This is probably one of my lamer posts, but the derby and writing have been warring for my attention, and I find I don’t have the time I used to for getting these posts together. Just wanted you all to know I hadn’t died under a pile of cats or derby girls.
Oh, and I have an interview with Adam Slade up at Editing Hat, today, if you’d like to check that out. I talk about writing, derby, and wading through flooded streets in nightwear. It’s more amusing than this most likely has been. Promise–yet again.
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