jade_sabre: (s&s:  elinor writing)
I, uh, finished posting Falling Slowly, my other not-quite-as-long Neverwinter Nights 2 fanfic. It's from a side character's POV, and he knows about as much about what's going on as, say, someone who hadn't played the game and only glanced at the Wikipedia pages. And, um, I'm really hesitant to say I'M RIDICULOUSLY PROUD OF THIS FIC, but um, I am ridiculously proud of this fic. It is--I think--good. And dedicated to Quark, because she is awesome and deserves it. So, um, you can read it in its entirety now, if you like.

on the writing process )

The title comes from this song, because I listened to the soundtrack incessantly while writing the fic:
take this sinking boat and point it home )

and also because the main female character is from a town called West Harbor, so that's a nice little metaphorical connection there, which connects with this song, which also influenced me:
the light in me will guide you home )

that's not the version of "Harbor" that I have on my computer--mine comes from the "Heard it on NPR" radio, and is just Vienna Teng and a piano, and I still vividly remember the first time I listened to it, in the car on the way home from ND with my dad. It was also the first time I heard Vienna Teng's voice, with its crystalline clarity--it's just so pure, and the road was dark and the sound wrapped around me like a blanket. This fic is kind of like all those late nights sitting on the couch just like I am now, my fingers on the keyboard and the music and the dog sleeping at my feet and a story that I wanted to tell.

so, here's to finding something new for this summer, and many summers to come.
jade_sabre: (firefly:  Inara crying)
1) The phrase "end[ing] manned spaceflight."

2) Grainy Footage of Underwater Leaking Oil Pipe

3) The phrase "out of ideas."
jade_sabre: (tlm:  sebastian -ded-)
if anyone has writing prompts that they can come up with in the next, say, hourish or so, please to be commenting here with them. The Creative Writing Group on campus thanks you. :-)

I just had a very long talk with my mother and I feel better about some things now. I want to go home for Thanksgiving.

I have a lot of people to email and I keep forgetting to do it, woe is me.

Also Hugh Jackman writeup I owe y'all, like, pictures. :-)

how is everyone?

jade_sabre: (sadness)
my mom called me today and told me that my grandfather has been hospitalized with chest pains. What he apparently thought was reflux was discovered (after Grandma badgered him into going to see the doctor) to be something else, and so they're doing a catheter thing or something in the morning. So lots of prayers for him and Grandma (who is v. disgruntled with him) would be really appreciated.
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So today is Goose's Confirmation, and I'm five hundred miles away with a concert tomorrow and finals in a week and a half. In honor of her chosen patron saint, I'm doing what little I can to celebrate with her by posting a prayer which has enough imagery in it, I think, to count as poetic. And for those of you who do pray, if you would say one for my baby sister, that would be...lovely, of you. So, from St. Francis of Assisi:

Canticle of All Creatures
Most High, all-powerful, all-good Lord,
All praise is Yours, all glory, all honour and all blessings.
To you alone, Most High, do they belong,
and no mortal lips are worthy to pronounce Your Name.

Praised be You my Lord with all Your creatures,
especially Sir Brother Sun,
Who is the day through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendour,
Of You Most High, he bears the likeness.

Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars,
In the heavens you have made them bright, precious and fair.

Praised be You, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air,
And fair and stormy, all weather’s moods,
by which You cherish all that You have made.

Praised be You my Lord through Sister Water,
So useful, humble, precious and pure.

Praised be You my Lord through Brother Fire,
through whom You light the night
and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.

Praised be You my Lord through our Sister,
Mother Earth who sustains and governs us,
producing varied fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.
Praise be You my Lord through those who grant pardon
for love of You and bear sickness and trial.
Blessed are those who endure in peace,
By You Most High, they will be crowned.

Praised be You, my Lord through Sister Death,
from whom no-one living can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Blessed are they She finds doing Your Will.
No second death can do them harm.

Praise and bless my Lord and give Him thanks,
And serve Him with great humility.


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