It's a few days late, I know, but here it is:

Oh! And the working title is Staves. There's also a soundtrack (or musical freebies, depending on how you look at it) at the bottom.

( Full Introduction, More of Staves )


( Soundtrack )

What's this? Two of my friends participating in julnowrimo? I must look into this more deeply.

Maybe, that is. I'm exhausted. Just got back from New York, and I managed to write some more of Madison on the plane before my pen exploded (Ha! You checked my shoes, mean and spiteful security lady, but you missed the pen!). So I'm currently trying to work on that a little. I ought to have the introduction complete, if not edited to my tastes, by the end of the week. If not tonight.

Of course, the exhaustion doesn't only come from traveling and playing tourist. I have now resigned myself to being sole mod of negability. I might have told some of you about this already, others, probably not. Neg is an RP done through livejournal wherein authors (born before 1900) are reincarnated and attending high school in the present day. So I've been working on a database of teachers. If any of you want to help with names and quirks teachers could have, I'd love you forever. Come to think of it, I'd love you even more if you wanted to play with us. I make it sound so tempting, don't I? *mimicks The Shining twins* Come play with us... Come play with us...

Right. Off to work, then bed.

If you like writing and looking for something new that involves writing from another author's viewpoint (the author born before 1900), please check out negability.

Butterflies At the Battlefield
What do the butterflies care?
They flutter and flitter and don’t notice.
They don’t notice lines drawn in a map,
Bullets and cannonballs lodged in tree trunks.
What do the butterflies care?
The flowers are blooming and the sun’s out
So the flowers fed on the blood of thousands
So the roots of trees pierce through bone
Why should the butterflies care?
What are we to them? Weapons or no,
Man is still a part of nature, and in the end
Nature claims her own.


Mirrors
She broke every mirror in her house
Because they had told the truth

Inspired by someone's lj icon:

"There are no heros here," he told her.

She looked around. She had been walking through the park one moment, but now she found herself on a street, polluted with trash and yellow air, smog clinging lovingly to the buildings all around. She thought the buildings on either side were Brownstones, but she'd never seen a Brownstone, so she couldn't really say.

She turned to face the speaker, an older man who was wearing nothing but rags and trash bags. "Pardon?"

"We don't have no heros here," he said. "They all gone. Just like the cats and the rats. Not even the roaches stick around anymore."

She looked around again. She must be dreaming. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

"You got clothes," he said, as if he were explaining the most obvious thing in the world. "They fit proper, and they're all clean. Like you. So you've gotta be a hero. They're the only ones with nice clothes anymore. So you've gotta be a hero."

She turned to look at him again, about to tell him off. But something held her back. "Why do you need a hero?" she asked, after reconsidering.

"Because the Vilans are coming." He gave her a look as if to tell her she was an idiot, just in case she'd never been told such before.

She should have asked what Vilans were, but she was distracted by the world going to pieces as buildings exploded on either side. The smog scattered into the street like a mass of frightened worms. She coughed, unable to breathe fresh air, and then blinked up at the creatures standing before her.

Out of curiosity, what do you guys think I should finish writing first?

SAM
Evelyn Smith mysteries (the name "Evelyn" will be changed)
Madison (last year's Nanowrimo, to be edited)
Mariah (this year's Nanowrimo)
Vampire Hunter, Vampire Queen
Peter/Germaine/Julia/Josephine
Weatherby (which I haven't even begun to post)