NaNoWriMo is being odd. So I'm writing a brief piece with swarmies. It's only fair.


Setup: The scene starts with Monty,would-be-knight, fresh from a fight with some direwolves, and his traveling companions, two swarmies named Dirt and Stick. Dirt is the ususal gooey cute that most swarmies are. Stick has some issues. What these issues are...go ahead and ask if you want it spoiled. XP

( Ill-Tempered )

Note: Swarmies were pretty much made so I could give that gitty "yuuuuur so awwwwwwwesome" voice in my head something to do. And I sorta love them for that.

Before I head forth and do stuff today (HA!) I am considering, against better judgment, to do NaNoWriMo again this year.

I've posted these opinions elsewhere, and its helped me start leaning towards one of the tales, but I think I shall put it here for second opinions.

( NaNoWriMo Choices o' (Mostly) Fuzzy )

This also reminds me that I haven't weighed in on the other NaNo options of other peeps whom I've glanced over...eep...

Soon, the muse had calmed, chewing on a piece of beef jerky Zippy had brought along on his quest. It was still twitchy, but that was normal for muses, their beings reacting to any new inspirations that decided to scamper upon them. It was said, if they reached a certain level in their inspiration depository, they began to flail wildly. Zippy did not think this would be good in a closed in setting (neither would be using mini-lightning bolts to incapacitate the raccoon).

Still, squeakiness remained in the muses voice as it tried to explain itself. "There's so many blasted ideas spinning about my head and I don't know what to do with them because NO BODY CARES! And what do I do if nobody cares! I panic and I eat and then I'm found in half a platter of turkey leftovers and kicked out of the house. What do I do?" Traxer asked, face upwards and paws out as if cursing the stars.

"I thought muses lived off the inspirations of others."

"And you live solely off the angst of teenagers?" the muse countered.

"Point taken. Carry on."

Alas, there's always going to be those characters where the name eludes me...or I just use a name from the slush pile of names that I use for the heck of it. Shadrack, for instance...of course, I've never used that. But here is a character with a name like Noname for the heck of it...not in anyway related to Noname the weasel, the short-lived character in my very old Resident Evil spoof.

( Balance )

Oh 'gates, I'm sleepy...and I ought to work on a story for a little pointless contest for no good reason...but sleepy...but ought to write a piece of fiction.

How about a drabble?

...oooookay.

( Gossamer )

Another interlude with Lee for No Good Reason. I might rewrite a bit of it after work.

( The Mice Under the Bed )

Topic: Keys

( In the Line of Duty )

Today we turn to another idea that has been playing with in my mind for way too long. Predictably, it involves weasels, but not in the way you'd expect. I'm playing with some Japanese myth this time, a realm that, considering this legend, I really ought to read up on more. (The chainsaw ferret icon is oddly fitting for this tale.



Topic: Kamaitachi (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamaitachi)

( Three Weasel Brothers )

I have a lot of half-finished stories and festering things, that they get lost in the shuffle (HA! You say that every few months!) For now, I give you a little developing story of a reluctant rewair and a demon. I meant to post this last night...but alas, technical issues.

( A Dragon and a Puddle Demon: Part I )

Day three. And its Friday, and this song is stuck in my head...it makes me all grinny inside.

Topic: Friday, I'm in Love

( The Fermenting Taste of Love )

Day two of this unfortunate endevour. This time with even less of an idea of what to write. But my headphones broke...so I'll work with that.

Topic: Broken Headphones

( Argh )

I have a half hour break at work which I don't bother to use for lunch. I'm gonna attempt using it for Flash fiction of sorts. AKA: See how much I can write in twenty or so minutes.

Topic: Badger

( Snout and Snot )

I meant to do one of these sooner or later. ^^

( The Rough List )

About a week ago, I made an absurd little list in my LiveJournal about the odd topics that came up during the course of 2008. I realized, that most of them, could turn into tales for 2009.

And since I keep delaying giving out my NaNoWriMo...

I do not write about Noone the gnome enough, and this was as good an opportunity as any.

( Further Obsessions with Weasels )

Over the course of three years, I produced hundreds of notes during Adventure in Clothes Retail, written on pieces of scrap found within the plain t-shirt. Occasionally I organize them, and every once in a while, I stumble across an utterly intriguing line.

"Janus on the moors, coming across a corpse."

I have no idea what the original context of this phrase (it must have been written /years ago/) but I was intrigued enough, to think up a story in the last few days and write it out...and borrow sarcastic_hare's character Janus for a little while. It's an odd little story, but I think it was well worth writing.

( Moors )

A brief conversation between Veat and Fireclaw that popped into my head for no good reason and might be only sensible to me, but, when has that stopped me before. I'm just glad I'm getting myself to do dialogue blitzes again after a three year hiatus. Forgive the slight odd humor, I was just watching the new episodes of Scrubs. *squee*

"For one thing, I'm not a girl."

"Pah. That's a small thing, you forget how liberal my horde of dragons is."

"And I'm not a dragon."

"Again, they're liberal. I just need to give them some sense that I am keeping within traditional boundaries as I spread my social tendrils."

"I'm not sure whether I should be more scared by 'traditional boundaries' or 'social tendrils.' You just told me they are liberal!"

"The dragon definition of liberal is that their is slightly less plumes of flame."

"Fireclaw, I really don't want to do this. I've had bad experience with dragons."

"You get along fine with me."

"You're a rewair! And I had to knock you out with a waste bin last week."

"Raised by dragons, same difference. So I get a little demanding."

"You were threatening to burn down the mess hall condiments table because they ran out of orange julius."

"It was orange julius, Veat. Shows you can handle yourself around dragons."

"By whacking them with waste bins?"

"Depending on the size of the bin, yes. What's the problem? I mean, you're a dragonish thing..."

"How many times do I have to tell you. I. Am. Not. A. Dragon. Dragons are on a whole other level and they are not fuzzy."

"Haven't you met my uncle from Tibet?"

"No I have n..."

"Good, he'll be here."

"Fireclaw! Listen to me, you don't understand. Dragons and Dream Weavers, do not make very good bedmates..."

"Yeah, that would be awkward. How would that work actually?"

"I am so thankful I have no answer to that highly disturbing thought. I have to inform you that..."

"Fireclaw! You got the smoke signals. I've missed you and who is your little...is that malignant insect of a demon who dares to possess headwings? OFF TO THE PIT FROM WENST YE CAME!"

"As I was saying. You should know, dragons and DWs, not exactly great history."

"That would explain that food groups leadbook I had as a kid on the tenderness of dream demon meat..."

Instead of working on things I ought to be working on, I worked on this instead a few days back. I'm not certain why, I was writing it on a piano and I was feeling guilty about not being able to give red shoes to someone for Christmas due to a series of random events.

But, not to be beaten, I wrote a story about red shoes to alleviate this annoyance, using two rather interesting characters who seemed that they would be wandering about in odd locations.

This uses those characters and a new incarnation of Rex, still as a kitsune, but now as a dweller in the ambiguous land of Oblivion, otherwise known as the Random Interludes, an area between universes and dimensions, a swash of land that surrounds a homey inn that is bigger on the inside than on the outside. This is the same universe that my occasional badger character exists and, well, I ought to play with it more. It's got some Possibilities.

( Red Shoes )

I quite did this a few weeks ago, but its at these times that I realize how often I hide my characters from being properly revealed. There are nervous things, that don't really speak up enough. Don't have the courage to whack me with a frying pan like Ronts does.

We shall try to remedy that soon. I'm pretty sure this idea floated in from floorlamps but can't remember if it floated to her from another source. All well, so it goes.

( Post Secrets from a bunch of scruffy monsters )