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A Few Quick Updates

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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A Link to Follow

Today I’m not writing much.  Not because I have nothing to say (that’s a rare event), but because someone else has something more important to say.  I’m linking to a blog written by my roller derby league’s president and coach, Buster Skull.  Buster has lymphoma, but I’m not linking because the story of her cancer is so unique.  It’s not.  Everyone with cancer has a similar story of how they got it, and how they went/are going through treatment.  I am linking because Buster herself is unique.

The first time I met Buster I thought she was an adorable ball of energy.  I saw her skate and quickly changed “adorable” to “intimidating.”  Then came the cancer diagnosis and a whole plethora of adjectives rushed in to join the previous two.  There are moments in one’s life when some chord strikes inside us and we realize we are seeing a wonder we are not likely to see again in this lifetime.  It is with total honesty when I say Buster has struck that chord within me.  I may have been alive twice as long as she, but have lived only half as much.  Her attitude resonates with me as a skater, a writer, and a human being.

So, everyone, please meet Buster:  

Is There Anything You Don’t Like About Having Cancer


Oh, and I Play Roller Derby

Since the past two weeks have been filled with getting ready for my roller derby team’s first ever bout, I haven’t really been writing much.

(Waiting for grumbles of chastisement to cease)

See, I agreed to be the bout production coordinator, because… Well, if we have our honest hats on, because I have a bossy streak and an inescapable need to be in charge of things.  So, it’s all my fault, really.  I haven’t been doing nothing, though.  I’ve fit in several internalized versions of my ever-famous “What If” plotting tirades between the ticket sales, text messages, shopping trips, printer emergencies, and phone calls.  As far as actual writing goes, though, these past two paragraphs are pretty much the sum of it.

*Gulp*

Now that the first home bout is over, I think things will be much easier from here on out–which is good, because I need to crawl back inside my head and get some things done.

Until I come back with something more substantial, I will leave you with the information that our bout was amazing.  Nothing went wrong.  We had over six hundred people in attendance and they all had a blast.  It was an inter-league bout where we split into two teams, The Old Bay Bombers and The Wicomikazis.  I was on The Bombers, and we just happened to win.

But, the big win of the night was an entire league of girls finally getting out there and showing the public what a group of fun-loving, hard working badasses we really are.

Photo courtesy of Todd DeHart Good Clean Fun Life  (on Facebook)