Anything can happen day

Mar. 4th, 2026 07:43 pm
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What went before: Wednesday. Sunny and cold. Snowed a couple in on the overnight and today the beans are calling for temps near 50F.

My lap is Cat Central at the moment with Tali and Firefly, bumping, purring, prancing, and putting my tea in peril.

The plan for today is to write, write the small breaks for chores and meals. I really really want to get this book done.

What's everybody doing today?

Dictated with some difficulty to my phone
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Firefly, Queen of the Toys

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I have Done Work. I'm not how much work, because I am now entering the squishy bit of the narrative, where I was just writing stuff down to hit a stopping point.

Tomorrow, I think I need to go back and mumblemumble, which will in theory help me to see the firm ground to the Real The End.

In the meantime, Steve's computer is upgrading to COSMIC DESKTOP, which is reported less quarrelsome than GNOME. Not that I've noticed GNOME being particularly quarrelsome, but I'm not a developer or a programmer, and System 76 does all the quarreling on their side of the transaction before ever it gets to me.

The cats are politely rampaging all over my office, in a gentle attempt to point out that it is Happy Hour.

Spoiler: It is not.

God She knows how we're going to weather the time change. P'rhaps I'll lock myself in the basement at 4 pm.

And so glad to hear, as I emerge from a day of staring at words, that congress doesn't care to stop the little man from burning the earth. So I guess that's fine, then.

Sigh.

Everybody stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.

I hate this timeline.
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Oh, dear. So not a fan of COSMIC, which has sorted my desktop files into a configuration that possibly makes sense to it, but does not make sense to me, and -- I can't reorder them. This is not only Not Cool, but it's actively upsetting. I need to have the files in a Certain Place that makes sense to me.

Sigh.

Also, I lost my cool wallpaper, which is a shame, but not fatal.

Have written to System76 Support. They're gonna love me, over at Support.


Books read, January-February 2026

Mar. 4th, 2026 07:32 pm
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Beastly: An Anthology of Shapeshifting Fairy Tales, ed. Jennifer Pullen. Sent to me for blurbing purposes. This is a cross-section of fourteen largely (though not exclusively) European tales themed around the "beast bride or bridegroom" motif, some of them very well known -- "Beauty and the Beast," of course -- and others more obscure. But Pullen casts a fairly wide net, such that transformations in general wind up here, e.g. with "The Little Mermaid" making an appearance. Each comes with some introductory context from Pullen as well as footnotes throughout, many of which are overtly more about her personal thoughts on the tales than academic analysis. On the whole, I'd say this is very approachable for a layperson.

A Thousand Li: The Fourth Fall, Tao Wong.
A Thousand Li: The Fourth Wall, Tao Wong. These two were actually separated by the following title, but I might as well talk about them together. Normally I make a point of spacing out my reading of a series -- especially a long series -- because I've realized that otherwise I tend to overdose and stop enjoying them quite so much. Since these are the final two books, however, I said "screw it" and read them very nearly back to back.

(. . . mostly the final two books. They conclude their series, but Wong has begun a sequel series. Which, ironically, is even more on point for the genre research impulse that led me to pick up A Thousand Li, so I guess I'll be reading those as well?)

I do appreciate how Wong maneuvers in the back half of this series to change up exactly what kind of scenario and challenges his protagonist is facing. In The Fourth Fall, it's international diplomacy: Wu Ying has to accompany a delegation to first secure an alliance and then attempt to negotiate an end to the ongoing war with a rival land. Since Wu Ying is not a great diplomat, this is definitely a challenge, but also he's not at the forefront of it, so he feels a bit peripheral at points. On the other hand, when things (inevitably) blow up into a climactic battle, there's a delightful "when life hands you lemons, make lemonade bombs to throw at your enemy" bit of tactics, which sets the stage for the final book.

As for the final book . . . I very much liked the beginning of it, which addressed the fallout from before (including with some good pov from the secondary characters), and the ending of it, which leaned into the philosophical elements I've always found to be one of the stronger parts of this series. The middle, however, felt a bit like it was there to keep the beginning and the ending from bumping into one another. It wasn't bad, but it felt less like vital connective tissue and more like "let's put some obstacles in the way of the conclusion."

I should note, btw, that apparently this series will be getting a trad-pub re-release. I'll be interested to take a look at the first book, because I'm curious whether it's just getting repackaged, or whether it will have gotten a thorough editing scrub first. I stuck it out for all twelve books first because it was a useful tour of the cultivation genre, then because it manages some genuinely good moments of genre philosophy along the way, but . . . well, the writing has always fallen victim to the self-pub trap of reading like it was pounded out very fast with essentially no time for revision. (I think it was the eleventh book that used the word "stymie" over and over again, sometimes where that was not actually what the word means, and in at least one place, misspelled.) I'm hoping the trad pub version will polish that up, and maybe also address the less-than-stellar handling of female characters early on -- which, I'm glad to say, improved as the series went along.

When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain, Nghi Vo. Novellas are interesting because sometimes they read like short novels, and sometimes they read like long short stories. This is the latter type, with the plot essentially consisting of "Chih and companions get cornered by talking tigers who want to eat them; Chih stalls for time by telling a story, during which the tigers argue with how they're telling it." The tension with the tigers was excellently done, as was all the arguing, but the result did feel a little slight for what I was expecting from a novella.

Mythopedia: A Brief Compendium of Natural History Lore, Adrienne Mayor. This is specifically a book about geomythology, a term for which -- as with Pullen above -- Mayor takes a broad definition. Sometimes it's "here's a story about these offshore rocks that clearly sounds like a mythologized record of the tsunami that likely put them there," and sometimes it's "here's a famous tree; now we'll talk about the lore surrounding that type of tree." Interesting fodder if you're the kind of person who finds such tidbits suggestive of stories!

Ausias March: Selected Poems, ed. and trans. Arthur Terry. Read because March is possibly the most famous Valencian poet ever, so this was research for the Sea Beyond. I have no problem with Terry choosing to translate March's work as prose, because I understand the very great challenges inherent in trying to balance the demands of meaning and style while also making it work as poetry. However, Terry has a comment toward the end of his introduction about how he makes no pretense regarding the aesthetic merit of his translations, and boy howdy is there none. This is the kind of "just the facts, ma'am" translation that's useful for being able to look at the original text on the facing page and see how they line up . . . but it made for stultifyingly boring reading, and in no way, shape, or form helped sell you on March being a great poet.

Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen. Would you believe I never read this before now? We read Emma in high school, but that's it for me and Austen on the page. A friend linked to an interview with Colin Firth, though, which made me want to re-watch the A&E miniseries, and then for comparison I watched the more recent film adaptation, and after that I thought, hey, maybe I should read the book while those are fresh in my mind!

And, well, surprise surprise, it is very good. I know the A&E miniseries well enough that naturally I envisioned and heard all the characters as those versions, but that was in no way jarring, because it's such a faithful adaptation. It was delightful to see the bits that didn't make it onto the screen, though, like Elizabeth opining on the power of one good sonnet to kill off a love affair.

Star*Line 49.1, ed. John Reinhart. I am technically in this, insofar as there's an interview with me. Otherwise, quite a lot of SF/F poetry packed into a tidy little volume.

You Dreamed of Empires, Álvaro Enrigue, trans. Natasha Wimmer. This novel is bonkers. It's about Cortés in Tenochtitlan, and about how Moctezuma and the people around him responded to that, but it's got the kind of meta voice that feels free to wander omnisciently around and also to comment from a modern perspective, like when it explains the difference between Nahua and Colhua and Mexica and why some Europeans in the nineteenth century looked at that tangle and said "fuck it, we're just gonna call them all Aztecs." And then it goes trippy alternate history on top of all that.

Literally trippy, because a lot here hinges on the use of indigenous hallucinogens. I don't know this history well enough to tell if Enrigue is really playing up just how stoned Moctezuma in particular was, but here it's very much presented as part of the political turmoil in Tenochtitlan, with the huey tlahtoāni retreating into drugs rather than dealing with the problems around him. But don't worry, this book is here to show you the ugly underbelly of both sides of the conflict -- and also things that aren't the ugly underbelly; I very much appreciated how much time (in a relatively slender novel) is spent on exploring the agency and complicated dynamics of the various people involved, so you understand at least one interpretation of why Cortés was allowed to get far enough in to do what he did, and what different individuals thought they might gain from it.

If I have one objection, it's that Enrigue gives a strong impression that most of his key indigenous characters didn't really believe in their own religion, just went along with it because of tradition and social pressure. That's an angle I always side-eye, because it generally feels like modern mentalities failing to understand those of the past. But it's a small quibble for a book I very much enjoyed.

The Alchemy of Stars: Rhysling Award Winners Showcase, ed. Roger Dutcher and Mike Allen. This anthology collected the short and long form winners of the Rhysling Award (the biggest SFF poetry award) up through 2004. What's interesting about that is how it lets you see the trends come and go: there's a stretch of time where a lot of the poetry was very science-y (sometimes more that than science fiction-y), or the bit in the early 2000s which I can best sum up as "my kind of thing." I did skip a few that just got too experimental and weird for me to get anything out of them, but otherwise, good cross-section.

Women of the Fairy Tale Resistance: The Forgotten Founding Mothers of the Fairy Tale and the Stories That They Spun, Jane Harrington, ill. Khoa Le. This is about the French salon writers of the late seventeenth century, Madame d'Aulnoy and her ilk -- emphasis on "her ilk," because half the point of this book is to talk about the ones who aren't as famous. Harrington's general thesis here is that the fairy tales they wrote were their way of expressing the troubles they faced and/or imagining better worlds, e.g. where women could choose the husbands they wanted. Each chapter gives a short biography of one of the writers, including connecting her to the others who were perhaps relatives or friends, then retells one or more of their stories.

I did like getting to read tales less familiar than "The White Cat" (which also shows up in Pullen's book), but I wish Harrington had gone more for translation than retelling, or at least had tried to adhere to a more period tone. I feel like her "yay early feminism, so relatable" mission statement led her to modernize the language more than I would have preferred, and in the cases of the stories I don't already know, that leads me to question whether the plots have also been presented in a more "updated" fashion. And while she does have an extensive bibliography at the end, the way she talks about "rescuing" these writers from obscurity does give a self-aggrandizing whiff to the whole thing, as if Harrington is the first person to pay attention to this topic. Wound up feeling like a bit of a mixed bag.

The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within, Stephen Fry. Yes, that Stephen Fry, the actor. Didn't know he wrote poetry? That's because he writes it purely for his own enjoyment, not for publication. (He mentions toward the end of the book that, among other things, he knows his celebrity status would warp how those poems are received, and he'd rather just not deal with that.)

His comedic skills shine through here, as this is a highly readable introduction to formal poetry -- meaning not "poetry always about serious subjects," but "poetry that adheres to a particular form." The introduction is not shallow, though: when he leads you by the hand through meter, he doesn't stop at showing you the different feet and explaining how to count them. Instead he talks about things like the different ways you can futz around with iambic pentameter, where a trochaic substitution will sound okay vs. weird, and what effect it has if you put a pyrrhic substitution in the third foot vs. the fourth. (Though right after reading this, I came across a blog post that characterized what Fry considers a pyrrhic substitution very differently: same phenomenon in the end, but a good demonstration of how there's no One True Answer for a lot of this stuff.)

Be warned that this book is unabashedly opinionated. Fry says there are free verse poems he likes, but on the whole he has a very poor opinion of modern poetry being just about the only art where people are told "Don't worry about rules or technique! All that matters is that you ~*express yourself*~!" He thinks that acquiring a solid handle on meter and rhyme is equivalent to a visual artist learning the rules of perspective: they're vital skills even if you wind up breaking those rules later. When he gets to the section discussing particular forms, he's also unafraid to bag on the ones he doesn't think very highly of -- mostly modern syllable-counting forms like the tetractys or nonet, but also elaborate stunts like the sonnet redoublé, where you'd better be damn good at what you're doing for it to seem like anything more than a stupid flex.

The guidance, though, is very thorough and I think very accessible -- though admittedly I come at this as someone who's never had trouble figuring out how meter or rhyme work, so I'm not the best judge of that. He gives copious examples from literature, and also practice exercises for which he provides his own demonstrations: the exception to him not making his poetry public, but only a quasi-exception, because he says outright that these are pieces meant to practice the basic skills, with no expectation of them turning out good. And that is useful in its own way, because it helps chip away at the notion that poetry is some mystical, elevated thing, rather than an art whose basics you can drill without worrying about whether you've produced immortal verse.

Highly recommended for anybody who would like a solid entry point into writing poetry!

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/VdjDrK)

Reading Past to Present

Mar. 3rd, 2026 08:10 am
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Tuesday. Sunny and cold. I should get the trash and recycling to the curb -- and I will! But right now it's too cold for your friendly neighborhood author to move. Also the driveway is a sheet of ice, so I'll have to put the ice grippers on my shoes.

Right now, I'm talking to you and drinking chocolate chai tea with half-and-half.

Early question from last night's post! "Haven't those guys ever read anything but SF?"

SHORT ANSWER: Dunno, but -- it's possible.

LONG ANSWER: I've talked about this before, and I'll preface the following iteration by saying that I'm not trying to police anyone's reading habits. Reading fiction is a relaxation. I'm not gonna tell you what beer to drink, either.

That said, and recalling that Local Custom, Scout's Progress, and Mouse and Dragon file under SF -- back when I was an eggling, It. Was. Not. Possible. to only read SF. Even someone who reads slower than I do had to read in a variety of genres, and while that doesn't mean that people not so inclined had to read romance books (which, BTW, did not exist in today's form), they did have to stretch their minds somewhat to encompass the protocols demanded by other genres. Maybe not by much, if they stuck to SF, and SF's first cousin, pornography; action novels, war stories -- but still broader than some people read today.

Because today, it is not only possible to only read SF, it's also possible to only read the teensy, tiny subgenre that you prefer above all others. You never have to read fiction that makes you even the smallest bit uncomfortable, or offers you the opportunity to think a New Thought, or to practice a confusing scenario that that you might well face in RL.

Back in The Day, we were also taught to read. That is, we weren't just taught the words and cut loose. We read out loud in school and answered questions. Now, I learned to read in a Catholic School, (an inaccuracy of its kind, but bear with me) and our primers chronicled the adventures of ... Ann and David, I believe. They were teaching stories and had rather heavy-handed morals. And after we read each little adventure, Sister would ask us -- Why did Ann do That Thing? Why was David worried? What did Mother say that you should all remember?

And I very much fear that the kind of reading lesson where children are taught to engage with the text, with the characters, and think about what the words mean, is a thing of the past, as well.

So! My tea's gone. I think I'll go rustle up some oatmeal.

Everybody have a good day.


Write Like a Girl

Mar. 2nd, 2026 08:11 pm
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Monday. Full moon shining down through the clerestory window in my office.

It has been a long, strange day. I wrote, broke for lunch, and did a few chores, then when back and wrote some more. Ghod this is easier with two brains. Ahem. Having said that, I'm not precisely sure where the day went.

It must have been the Gala Celebrations that put me on the wrong foot.

Now I know that my tax rate has increased from 12% to 21%, and what that means in actual dollar$, I was able to write the check to pay off the installation of the sliding doors in Steve's office. And there will be no more of that sort of frivolity in my life going forward, ref 21% above.

Tomorrow is All Errands All The Time. Wednesday and Thursday, most of Friday and Saturday, Sunday, and Monday are cleared for writing. Also, I really wish my brain was on my side, rather than the chancy ally it is. Flogging myself into a lather is really counterproductive, but all I can do is work around it.

I am, for those who have not given up on the whole Liaden Read-along, currently reading Scout's Progress, which, every time I read it, I think "Yanno? This is my favorite Liaden novel." It, with Local Custom, are of course the two Liaden novels Most Vilified by the Real Man Chapter of Real SF Readers.

Steve got not one, not two, not six, but many letters from chapter members urging him to "take control of his wife," "clear all that relationship crap out," and "write 'real' stories". It would have been comical if they hadn't been so angry.

I'm reminded of ... Hawthorne? "That damned mob of scribbling women?" -- I'm pretty sure it was Hawthorne. Local Custom and Scout's Progress are worldbuilding masterpieces, though I say it of my own work. In addition, they are subversive, as all "real" fiction should be, and SF most of all. The characterization is flawless, the dialog is lovely, and -- I'm just really proud of them, right?

But because they show the differences between cultures in terms of relationships, and families; in terms of the welfare of a child, and a woman who isn't safe in her home -- they were, as several chapter members who probably had never read one opined -- "Mills and Boon garbage." As well as "a disgrace," and "not SF at all."

Well. Rant off, I suppose. I should get something to eat, and a glass of wine seems to be in order.

I hope everyone had a good day. Yes, I've seen the news.

Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.


Two new poems!

Mar. 2nd, 2026 08:18 pm
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I am belated in posting about one of these -- but it turns out that's fine, because another one dropped just a couple of days later!

First up is "The Virtues of the Throne," a piece inspired by the Sanskrit text Siṃhāsana Dvātriṃśikā (rendered in the translation I have as Thirty-Two Tales of the Throne of Vikramaditya). It leans hard into the kind of rhythmic musicality you might expect from a song -- which is why it's appearing in 4LPH4NUM3R1C, a magazine that makes a point of offering both audio and text versions of its material! (Yes, this is the same place that published "The Great Undoing" a few months ago.)

And second, for a complete contrast, is the free verse piece "Core Sample" in DreamForge Anvil. This one is inspired by a piece of art created by Mark Garlick, and it's sorta science fantasy-ish.

Thanks to poetry generally being quicker to write than even short fiction, and therefore me having manymany opportunities to sub and sell it, there's more on the way. But that's it for now!

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/wW3ARE)

Rook's Birthday

Mar. 2nd, 2026 01:01 pm
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Happy second birthday to Rook Thunderpaws, aka Rookie the Cookie.


Is the Collection Worth It?

Mar. 2nd, 2026 11:36 am
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 I collected comic books for decades, and my collection was decently valuable. When I was starting a family, I was kind of looking forward to sharing the comics with my kids. What kid doesn't like comics, right?
Apparently mine. None of my sons showed any interest. Zero. I once took the three of them into a comic/manga/gaming shop and told them they could get whatever they wanted, and then we could all get ice cream and read comics in the park. My oldest just hung out by the front door, waiting for us to leave. My middle son grabbed the first thing he saw just to make a choice quickly. My youngest browsed around a little and said he didn't want anything at all. We ended up just getting the ice cream.
Collectors often say they want to pass their collection (of dolls, comics, Legos, game cards, whatever) down to their children or grandchildren because they're valuable and will garner thousands of dollars for their heirs.
But the heirs in question rarely share the interest, and they usually know next to nothing about how to market a thousand Barbie dolls or fifty long boxes of old comics, so they either sell everything quick and cheap at an estate sale, or dump everything in the trash.
If you have a valuable collection you want to pass on, ASK your heirs if they want it in the first place, either to keep or sell. If there's no interest, sell the stuff yourself before you die and pass the cash on to your heirs. Not only do they get the money you'd like them to have, you also ensure the stuff goes to someone who will appreciate and enjoy it.
I sold my comic book collection myself. My sons won't miss it--I doubt they've even thought about it--and now they won't be saddled with it later.

Periodic Sunday Book summaries--#4

Mar. 1st, 2026 06:14 pm
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Sunday book summaries are my casual log of what I’ve been reading this week. These are not formal reviews. They’re more my reactions and musings as taken from my journal when I complete the reading, and at times will contain notes about how they influence my thoughts on what I’m writing. 

This one has a couple of weeks’ worth of reading, so again…”periodic.” 

Here we go again. Part of March once again looks like it is going to be hectic, so…I may be writing these summaries every couple of weeks or so. Nonetheless, reading is happening. 

Starting off with a book I forgot to add to my notes—Megan Kate Nelson’s Saving Yellowstone. While it had some interesting pieces to it about Yellowstone’s history, parts of that history have come close enough to research I’ve done for a book that I spotted areas where things either got glossed over or not discussed. Unfortunate. I suppose that reflects the reality that much of this history isn’t new to me because I’ve been to Yellowstone and read some of its history. I much preferred her The Three-Cornered War, probably in part because it isn’t an area where I’ve done a bit of reading. 

The other nonfiction I’ve read recently is Hetta Howes’s Poet, Mystic, Widow, Wife. I—somewhat liked this book comparing the lives of four medieval woman—Marie de France, Julian of Norwich, Christine de Pizan, and Margery Kempe. The history and background of what each woman’s everyday life would have looked like is excellent. However. Then Howes tried to sum it up and make this history relevant to modern feminism and…that did not work so well. I’m still not sure why. 

I’m off right now on an author reading binge, spurred by a Libby notice about a new book featuring Alexander McCall Smith (No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series). As it turns out, Smith wrote a prologue for D. E. Stevenson’s loosely-woven trilogy set in England and Scotland, originally published after World War II and referring to issues from that era. After reading Vittoria Cottage, I was sufficiently enthralled to read the other two books, Music in the Hills and Winter and Rough Weather. 

These books are—well, in this era I guess one would call them a cozy read. They’re kinda sorta romance, in that relationships happen during the course of the books, but they aren’t Romance in the typical plot. Additionally, there’s a wee bit too much coincidence involving some secondary characters and their connections. But they’re a pleasant read. Smith sums up Stevenson’s work as “easy, in the sense that they are clearly written, tell an intelligible tale, and do not seek to impress the reader.” 

I’d concur with that assessment. 

But they’re a nice comfort read right now. Stevenson—Dorothy Emily Stevenson—was related to Robert Louis Stevenson and wrote a book a year for many years. These three books can be read as standalones, but there’s a clear progress. Vittoria Cottage chronicles the life of a new widow of a rather challenging man—not physically abusive but definitely psychologically abusive, and who busily kept isolating those he loved from others. Music in the Hills and Winter and Rough Weather chronicle their son’s exploration of possibly becoming the heir to a relative’s large farm, as well as his romantic endeavors, culminating in his marriage to the love of his life and their early times together. But other romances happen in these last two books which—to some degree adds up with the coincidence overload. A lost family then found, and the uniting of two couples who care for each other but kept finding obstacles to being together are just rather too tightly twined together, depending on the aftereffects of the bombing of Glasgow during World War II. On the other hand, even though I saw these events coming from a long way off, I still didn’t mind being able to figure out the connections. 

However, one piece of characterization I really, really liked was that of Mamie Johnstone. Mamie considers herself to be dull, boring, and not as smart as her sisters. But as the stories progress, we see that Mamie is an excellent observer of behavior and draws reasonably accurate conclusions about what she sees. I loved this study of the interior life of a quiet, retiring woman who is smarter than she gives herself credit for being. Stevenson pulled off a portrayal that works for me, and it’s the sort of character that can be quite difficult to do well, without falling into cliché. 

So I’m moving on to other Stevenson books, and have Listening Valley up next. 

When I was sorting and reshelving books a couple of weeks ago, I found one of my favorite Terry Pratchett Discworld books, Men at Arms. It’s an excellent book overall, but one of the things that make it stand out (not just the famous boot discussion from Vimes) is the deconstruction of the Chosen One trope. Captain Carrot is a descendant of the kings of Ankh-Morpork…and he’s not at all interested in stepping up to that role. Some might say that Carrot doesn’t know about his ancestry, but I definitely think he does. 

This is also the book where we start seeing other species appearing in the Night Watch, including one of my favorites, Angua, the werewolf. Always a nice read. 

Years ago, I had an obsession with the Inklings and tried to branch out from Tolkien and Lewis to read Charles Williams. I read most of Williams’s work, and found parts of it confusing. Well, I revisited The Greater Trumps, and…I’m just not into that sort of mystical stream-of-consciousness work anymore, if in fact I really was into it in the first place. It went on the “discard” pile. I still have a couple other Williams books, so I might give them a try once more. 

Because I’m contemplating working on a multiverse/time travel book, I picked up Fritz Leiber’s The Big Time. Weeell, the Suck Fairy didn’t hit this one too badly, all things considered, but…there were several threads that could have been used to expand the story a bit. Stereotypical characters, and I can’t help but think that a later short story set in the Spiders vs Snakes time war was much better, overall. Now I’ve gotta go dig that one out of the collection. In any case, this book is very much a product of its era. 

That’s pretty much it. Besides the Stevenson, I am reading Stephanie Burgis’s Enchanting the Fae Queen. We’ll see how that one goes. 

If you like what you’ve read, please feel free to check out my books on my website at https://www.joycereynolds-ward.com or drop a tip at my Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/joycereynoldsward


It's St. David's Day!

Mar. 1st, 2026 10:34 am
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Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus pawb!

Gwnewch y pethau bychain mewn bywyd.

Same as it ever was...

Feb. 28th, 2026 06:52 pm
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Saturday. The almost-full moon is casting tree-shadows over the snow in the Long Back Yard.

I wrote new words today! And did actual Brain Work on the WIP. And changed the bed, and did a load of laundry, and one's duty the cats; made lunch and was able to eat it, after.

Yes, we have reached the part of the whole pain thing where -- POOF! All gone. Just joking. You may now carry on with your life until I decide to randomly take five freaking days and fill them with pain and despair.

Sigh.

The cats were very happy that I joined them in Steve's office to work today. It really is the preferred space for serious endeavors, though the comfy chair in my office is, of course, very nice.

I made the Executive Decision to join Cook Unity, and have ordered in four meals, which will be delivered on Friday. This means I am guaranteed to have four (hopefully) good meals to eat, and will take the whole Cooking Angst off of my Angst Plate, which is currently overfull with Deadline Angst. I'm viewing this as a short-term thing to lower the overall anxiety in the household. Since they say I can cancel or put it on hold at my discretion, as soon as the book's turned in, I'll be doing that. Yes, I need Staff. Also, probably, a keeper.

Looking forward to next week -- we have Rookie's second birthday on Monday, March 2. All of Tuesday is reserved for errands, with needlework in the evening. Wednesday, Thursday, and most of Friday I am Free to Write, and on Saturday?

I'm going to a magic show.

So, I'm really, yanno, happy, that my back has decided to return to normal.

Yes, I've seen the news.

How's everybody doing?

Oh.  Here's a picture of Rook helping me make the bed.


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I'm dropping a series.

Vision of Alliance is doing incredibly bad in its first week of sales. Like horrifically, AWFULLY bad. This is an epic fantasy with a young empress trying to fix the messes left by her predecessors, and with a disabled but still powerful protagonist.

This is in spite of getting a MARVELOUS promotional quote from Alma Alexander, who LOVED the book.

In spite of dozens of people saying "Oh yeah! I'll read that!"

In spite of advance promotion and significant effort on my part. It doesn't help that Barnes and Noble, my biggest vendor, is still processing the book after eight days. EIGHT DAYS.

I don't want advice or excuses for what's happening. At this point, given the struggles I've had to make Goddess's Vision work as a trilogy, I'm done. Cooked. Stick a fork in me, I should be well-done. This trilogy is obviously broken. So rather than throw away the rest of 2026 on writing something that the market clearly doesn't want, or giving away multiple copies that no one will read in hopes that will create a buzz, I'm moving on.

Given current events, and the US administration's apparent desire to replicate elements of the Netwalk Sequence series, I'm going to promote those books. The technology is much better these days, so I'm going to redo two novellas from the first Netwalk book, Life in the Shadows, in illustrated form. I thought it was a good idea ten years ago, and...well, tech is better these days, plus I have better pictures.

I might even write a few new stories in that world. Who knows?

Meanwhile, it seems that my brain wants to play with a Western/SFF crossover set in the Pacific Northwest during the 19th century. Which...has its own issues. But there's also a multiverse version, an extension of my Bearing Witness novella that features time and multiverse travel, that's kinda poking at me as well.

Maybe it's time to find out more about Kalosin, again.

Life During Wartime, Part 2

Feb. 27th, 2026 08:40 pm
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This month has been a...LOT. So whatever you may have seen on the news or heard online, Minnesota is still being occupied and the impacts of both that and this administration's b.s. are pretty intense. Currently, the four biggest crises at the local level are rent (families have been forced to stay home and haven't been able to work and rent is due), legal support for families trying to get their kidnapped relatives back, impacts to rescues and shelters from pets having to be surrendered or just plain abandoned when their people are kidnapped and our major public hospital (one of the biggest networks in the state and a huge employer as well as the main provider of healthcare to people who are uninsured) teetering on the brink of closure. If you can spare a couple of bucks, here are some recommended fundraisers:
  • Stand with Minnesota has an up to date list of rent funds. I live in Bancroft, but help is needed in Philips, Central, North Minneapolis, West St. Paul, you name it. Throw a dart at a rent fund and it will help.
  • Women's Foundation of Minnesota Immigrant Rapid Response - I've been an annual donor to the Women's Foundation for a very long time and they do great work so they're my pick in the area. Immigrant Law Center of Minnesota is another excellent chose.
  • Hennepin County Medical Center - they have a mobile pediatric clinic going to people's homes, a coat closet and a ton of other services, in additional to medical care.
  • ICE Hurts Animals Too - organization founded by several of my neighbors. In the first two weeks that this fund existed, they rescued 30 cats, got them vetted and fostered. In two weeks. They do house calls with vets, dog walking, emergency care, pet food and necessities delivered to families who can't go out, etc. Multi-species too.
What are we doing here, apart from patrolling, escorting, getting food to people, etc., etc.? There are about 3 benefits a day, every day, at a minimum, for all kinds of things. I haven't had full time employment since last July and I have contributed to 30 some odd fundraisers of one kind or another in two months. We're also holding space at DreamHaven Books and owners Greg and Lisa are donating to food banks, teachers who need books for their students who can't go to school, rent emergencies and more. MS Now broadcast the response to the State of the Union from the store on Tuesday night, which Greg and Lisa found very interesting. There are people coming from all over the country to meet Greg and visit the store with messages of support and more. It's been lovely so far, if very exhausting.

I'm teaching at the Loft Literary Center with Jennie Goloboy tomorrow morning and, snow permitting, going to the Lodge of Lazarus Crowe with the Diodes (local steampunk club) to try out a puzzle room or too, But in the meantime, also hosting an impromptu rent relief benefit on the Queen of Swords Press website - get a book by one of our Minnesota authors tomorrow (2/28): Jennie Goloboy, Michael Merriam, me or Emily L. Byrne and I'll make a donation to my neighborhood rent relief group.

Other than that, watching my boy kitty, Shu, slowly fade away, taking my data analytics classes, working on my next werewolf novel, an article I have due next month on a Margaret St. Clair story, a queer Arthurian tale set in Nazi-occupied France (go figure) and other sundry projects. Also: Queen of Swords Press submissions, Joyce Chng's new book, StoryBundle planning and more. Once I get a few more things picked off, it'll be back to looking at work options I can take on around the store. Good thing I have a fair amount of energy!
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Magical horses are a challenge to write. Oh, probably not so much for the non-equestrian, but for those of us with horses who want to include horse with magic in our fantasy books? The pitfalls are many, because some of the tropes involving magic horses are just plain wrong. Unfortunately, trying to write accurate horses who just happen to possess magical ability means in some cases that the writer goes screeching up against what non-equestrians think they should be like. 

Part of this has to do with a certain—how should I put it?—mythology about horses that gets perpetuated in popular media, with multiple facets. One element says that horses are wise. A source for human emotional healing. All-knowing. Perfectly behaved. 

(I can visualize Marker and his herd issuing a massive horse laugh at that last one, with Mocha chiming in from beyond the horizon.) 

Sure, horses can have a very positive effect on troubled people. There’s nothing particularly mystical about this—despite what Hollywood would have you think, horses’ primary communication mode is not endless whinnying but rather very subtle non-verbal conversations. Body language. Scent. Touch. Hearing. Additionally, no matter what gender they are, some horses have a very nurturing side and will “mother up” easily with a person or other animal in distress. Ask me about Mocha and her elk baby sometime. Or the case of a tough gelding who, nonetheless, ended up being a babysitter to several weanlings at the ranch last fall for a short period. 

Of course there’s the flip side of the mythology, where horses are essentially animated motorcycles, with no need for attention and care and can gallop on forever. Equally problematic. 

Then there’s the Black Stallion trope. Oh lordy, the Black Stallion trope. The untamable, wild stallion (why is it always a stallion???), either black or pinto or palomino, who nonetheless is soothed and tamed by The Right Person and no one else. Granted, some of us are good at making one-person horses (um, yeah, well, I kinda have this history), and this particular trope does have some roots in reality—those of us with family who used to work with farm horses can come up with a few of those examples, as can any number of trainers working with high-level performance horses. But a real-life one-person horse is not like the Black Stallion. Other people can handle that horse but that horse’s best performance and best behavior will always be for their one particular person. 

The thing that gets me the most about most fantasy depictions of horses, magical or otherwise, is the lack of humor and playfulness. That’s a huge omission for me because so many of the horses I’ve dealt with in my life have been practical jokers and/or playful. The equine sense of humor is roughly equivalent to that of an eleven-year-old human boy—crude, somewhat rude at times, and depending heavily on pratfalls. My old Sparkle mare was quite fond of getting a big mouthful of water and dribbling it on me, and delighted in those moments when she caught me out (I was usually careful to stand clear of her). Or a young horse will pick something up and chase pasturemates with it—and the scarier the item is to the other horses, the more fun it is. Marker likes to play with the grooming caddy, and there’s a mischievous twinkle in his eye when he does it. At my old barn, there were several horses whose idea of fun was to escape their stalls, then go up and down the stable alleyway turning on water faucets. They will tease each other until play fighting and/or a rousing session of herd galloping breaks out. I’ve known several horses who liked having their tongue played with—they would stick it out, wait for the human to gently tug at it, then roll their tongue around before sticking it out for another round. My old mare Mocha, when on stall confinement for an injury, managed to pull her grain bucket out of the wall and put her salt block in it.

Anyway. Enough ranting, let’s talk about daranvelii (plural, daranval for singular), aka my magical horses. They’re a particular breed of magic-gifted horse with the ability to augment human magic. They also have a floating fast gallop that is not only smoother than that of a regular horse but faster than most. Their lifespan is generally thirty to forty years, unless injured or ill. 

The daranvelii stronger in magic are also capable of mindspeech with humans, which can range in complexity from simple images to full language usage. Of course, since this is telepathic, the question of whether the daranval in question is actually speaking a human language or if the mechanics of telepathy handwave the difference is…I’m coming down on the side that the meaning is what is conveyed and that it is not the daranval speaking in human language. 

Daranvelii have the Court of Stallions (which includes geldings) and the Gathering of Mares. Humans don’t know much about what happens in the Court or the Gathering because daranvelii keep this private. What is known is that daranvelii rank each other not only in their individual herds in the usual manner of horse herd hierarchies, but for all daranvelii on a continent, based on magical skill. The higher-ranked daranvelii may speak to each other across further distances than they can speak to their bonded humans, and may frequently advise each other about significant magical happenings in a nation. Humans bonded to a particular daranval may feel a faint buzzing sensation in their head when their daranval is engaged in private communication with another daranval. 

Generally, daranvelii bond to one person. Doesn’t mean that others can’t handle them, just that this is the person with whom they work magic. For example, Katerin ea Miteal uses her daranvelii in her capacity as a Healer, where she asks them to “sniff, look, tell” about aches, fevers, and injuries. She has had three daranvelii, two of whom we see in the Goddess’s Honor series. Heinmyets has had one daranval, Elantai, famous for his speed and magical strength. While human and daranval may casually mindspeak—Katerin’s daranval Mira was infamous for her visualization of buffalo dung covering anything and anyone who offended her—major magical workings involve a direct connection between them and a recitation of their combined names—Humananddaranval from the human; Daranvalandhuman from the daranval. That particular spellcasting cements the melding of the two minds. The human directs the spell; the daranval provides magical strength and support. 

Age of daranval bonding varies. In some cases, a daranval may be fully mature before they bond with a human. In others, such as Witmara and her daranval Daro, they bond around the time that the daranval is weaned from their dam. Most of the time daranvelii choose their partners. It is rare for a daranval presented as a gift to choose the human they were given to; in those situations it is usually the circumstance that the daranval has come to maturity and rejected other possible bondmates. This was the case with Alicira and her daranval Narasin, featured in the Goddess’s Honor series. 

The death of either bondmate is traumatizing to the surviving partner above and beyond typical mourning, because it is a severance of a magical connection. In some cases surviving daranvelii and humans have been known to engage in self-destructive behaviors until they either die or form a new bond with another partner. 

And yes, daranvelii have a sense of humor and playfulness. Mira with her visualizations of buffalo dung. Multiple human bondmates have reported the sensation that their daranval is laughing at them, especially if there’s a group of daranvelii—apparently daranvelii like to gossip as much as people do. The daranval featured in Vision of Alliance, Nameless, is a known trickster who plays pranks on his herdmates and the humans who care for him. He will let himself out of whatever stall or pen he is in and go where he pleases, and he’ll tease other daranvelii and horses into a chase game. Despite his disabilities, he can still dodge and turn more quickly than many other equines.

I could go on…but check out the books! The first book of Goddess’s Vision, Vision of Alliance, is currently available through all major retailers. Find your preferred retailer at the book landing site on my website: https://joycereynolds-ward.com/books/vision-of-alliance/ef7ac7a1-fb6b-4a6b-8c5a-203b9915fda6 

New Worlds: Civil Strife

Feb. 27th, 2026 09:04 am
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Uprisings. Revolts. Insurgencies. Rebellions. Civil wars.

What are the differences between all these things?

The gradations can be quite fine, in no small part because they're often as much a question of public relations as one of technical definitions. (Especially in a historical context, before political scientists started making technical definitions.) They're all forms of internecine strife, differentiated by how organized they are, how violent, how acknowledged by the official government, and so forth. And so, rather than trying to separate all the possible strands, I'm just going to talk about them in a lump here.

Genre fiction loves the idea of the Big Rebellion. A plucky band of idealists gather together, maybe fight a few battles, kill or capture the king, and put somebody new in charge: Mission Accomplished! A phrase George W. Bush famously used rather prematurely after the U.S. invasion of Iraq in 2003, and I deploy it here quite with deliberate intent, because of course the situation is unlikely to be that simple. Regime changes rarely go that quickly and smoothly, and even if the guy who used to be in charge dies, is that really the end? His loyalists, instead of laying down arms, are liable to find someone else to rally around: a brother, a son, somebody claiming to be a son, etc. It took about thirty-one years for the fighting to end after the Glorious Revolution of 1688 deposed James II & VII from the thrones of England and Scotland, and Henry VII had to deal with multiple pretenders announcing themselves as various lost royal relatives after the Wars of the Roses.

But it's also somewhat rare for a rebellion to sweep in and put somebody totally new on the throne, at least in the kinds of societies we tend to write about. Changes of dynasty do happen, but where there's a strong expectation of titles being inherited within a bloodline, claimants often grasp for some fig leaf of lineage or marriage to a suitable spouse to cover their naked ambition. Winning legitimacy on charisma alone is not unheard of, but it's much less common. Most civil wars within a kingdom look more like the English Anarchy, with the previous king's daughter fighting his nephew for the crown. (She lost, but her son wound up inheriting anyway after her cousin died.)

There are other reasons for civil strife, though, and they tend to be much less explored in science fiction and fantasy.

In particular, a whole swath of this subject can be placed under the header of "listen to us, damn it!" The famous Magna Carta of England was the product of rebellion by a group of barons against King John -- but they weren't trying to replace him. Instead they wanted him to confirm the Charter of Liberties proclaimed by Henry I about a century before, which protected certain elite rights. (Magna Carta itself is not about the rights of the common man, either, though people in later centuries assumed for a while that it was.) If war is the continuation of policy with other means -- the actual phrasing used by Clausewitz, often somewhat misquoted -- then revolts can be a way of angling for leverage in a political dispute.

This is especially true of peasant revolts. It is extraordinarily rare for the common folk to rise up and effect a regime change all on their own; in fact, it is rare enough that I can't think of any ironclad examples. (If you know of one, I welcome it in the comments!) The American and French Revolutions were heavily led, at least in the first instance, by relatively privileged men; even the Haitian Revolution likely would not have succeeded if the rebels hadn't received support from outside. Peasants, slaves, and other such folk simply do not have the resources or knowledge necessary to stand unsupported against people who hold every advantage against them.

But most peasant revolts aren't aimed at installing a new king or swapping monarchy for some other system of government. They're attempts to redress specific grievances, like unfair taxation or judicial corruption, or to achieve improved rights, such as through the abolition of serfdom (one of the goals of Wat Tyler's Rebellion in 1381). And if we're being honest, goals like that are a lot more important to the average farmer in his field than who exactly is ruling the country! Kings come and go, but taxes remain.

The relative achievability of those goals doesn't mean they get achieved, though. Governments have a loooooong and inglorious history of viewing any such resistance as treason, and they put it down with extreme force. Nor is this solely a thing of the distant past: in more modern times, labor organization has been viewed in a very similar light, as a rebellious disobedience to the law, posing a great enough threat to the stability of the nation that it justifies violent or even lethal response.

Nonviolent resistance isn't unheard of in historical eras, but large-scale acts of it have become more common over the past century or so. I wonder -- this is entirely my own thought, not anything I've read, and it's not a subject I'm deeply familiar with -- if its success relies at least in part on mass communication. While nonviolent groups have existed before, as a tactic in effecting widespread social change it seems to be mostly new, and that makes sense when you think about the role played by optics. As I said above, governments tend to respond with force to those who disobey, and that excites a lot more sympathy and support for peaceful protesters when the news can be widely circulated. (Particularly if the event is captured on video.) Of course, routine interpersonal violence has also declined over time, so most disputes these days are less likely to break out into fights, let alone fatal ones.

Civil strife has absolutely not gone away, though, nor do I think it's likely to do so any time soon. Right now in my own country, we have widespread resistance to the authoritarian government of Donald Trump, ranging from peaceful protests in the streets to acts of low-grade sabotage against the secret police of Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) arresting and deporting anybody who looks too brown. It's not a revolution to throw him out ahead of schedule and replace him with somebody new, and it certainly can't be accomplished with one climactic fight and a quick denouement . . . but perhaps we could use more fictional examples of how this kind of struggle is fought.

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(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/CYJRUS)
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The series that Vision of Alliance kicks off, Goddess’s Vision, is my second series set in the world of the Seven Crowned Gods. Why Seven Crowned Gods? Because for the most part, they are universally recognized throughout that world as the major deities.

How each God or Goddess is worshiped varies from land to land, but several factors remain the same. There are always Seven. The Seven have acolytes whose titles and roles may differ from God-to-God and land-to-land. While reincarnation is accepted as reality in some of the lands of the Seven Crowned Gods, it is not a universal constant. For example, the only nations of Varen that accept reincarnation are Saubral and Keratil. Conversely, reincarnation—at least a partial form of reincarnation, where elements of a person’s essence may be reborn—is held to be true in Daran and its subject nations.

The Gods will often elevate trusted deceased followers to be their Voices and Messengers to the living. This role does not go on for eternity but for an unspecified period of time—frequently, a Voice or Messenger retains their role as long as one or two generations of the living, then they move on to an unspecified fate. Some Voices or Messengers may reincarnate as Guardians of places that hold particular magical significance and become ageless and enduring, living long beyond a typical human lifespan—for example, Imnari of Wickmasa, who protects that particular Gods-haunted village in the Varenese nation of Keldara. This tends to happen most often in the nations of Varen and in the nation of Ternar amongst the subject states of Daran. Nenanim of Waykemin, though made temporarily mindless as a kendar minost—an expedient one—by the Witches of Waykemin, may be another example.

Gods can be deposed if they choose to work against their siblings or exploit their human followers. It is rare that this happens, and is usually tied to a human sorcerer’s attempt to make themselves a God. The most recent examples are the Outcast God, who sought to elevate himself above all other Gods as the only God to be worshiped, and the Goddess Nitel, the Outcast God’s former consort, who tried to do the same in the name of her strongest follower, Chatain, Emperor of Daran. Chatain was not the only human ruler who sought Nitel’s patronage in an attempt to elevate themselves to the divine. An unnamed sorcerer in Waykemin tried to do the same thing, leading to Terani-the-God-Killer banishing Nitel’s divine presence from Waykemin. Zauril en Ralsem had the same ambition, leading the Darani Emperor Dunaran to distract Zauril by sending him to Varen with the goal of expanding Darani colonies there. When Zauril’s efforts failed, he attempted to force the issue by forcing himself on the heir to the land of Medvara, Alicira, hoping to create a sorcerer sufficiently powerful to ascend to Godhood and perhaps also elevate him as well.

Zauril failed, but his daughter Rekaré succeeded—in part due to her sacrifice to ensure that Witmara ea Miteal became the Empress of Daran.

The current makeup of the Seven Crowned Gods and the months named after them are as follows:

Artel the Judge. Head of the Seven Crowned Gods, he is often the patron of those in authority. To him falls the honor of the first month of the year after Winter Solstice, Artel’s Judgment. His anointed acolytes also frequently serve as those who hear disputes between community members, and bear the special title of shaman. Artel adjudicates specific disputes between the Gods, and his word is law.

Staul the Balancer/Staul the Destroyer—The only God with an acknowledged dual nature, the balance between chaos and order is Staul’s focus. His benign side is acknowledged as the Balancer. However, when destruction and doom become dominant, then the Destroyer side of Staul rides rampant over the lands. A manifestation of the Destroyer is never a good thing. Staul’s acolytes often help ease the dying to make the transition between life and death. They are considered to be priests, and frequently record community events as well as the weather, as part of observing the Balance.

Staul is also the lover of Dovré. Three months bear his name—Staul’s Dream, the month that follows Artel’s Judgment. Springtime two months later is celebrated as the month that Staul and Dovré first became lovers, and is called The Dance of Staul and Dovré. Staul’s last honored month is the first month of autumn, the month of the autumn equinox, and is called Staul’s Shadow to reflect the shortening days as winter approaches.

Dovré the Golden—Patroness of healers and powerful women. Dovré guides those women who are placed in positions of power, and expresses her healing side through her support of healers—this last is best known in the lands of Varen. She is usually considered to be a gentle Goddess, but when her wrath is awakened—watch out! Even Staul will falter in the face of her anger, which can be greater than Artel’s and Staul’s combined.

Two months bear her name—the month following Staul’s Dream, known as Dovré’s Awakening, then the following month that she shares with Staul, the celebration of their romance.

Terat of the Waters—Patroness of all those who travel the waters as well as lakes, springs, seeps, and the sap flowing in the plants of all the lands. She is especially beloved of the Sorcerer-Captains who sail the ocean in the magical sailships. Little is known about the ritual by which a petitioner can become a Sorcerer-Captain, except that it involves much study and a significant apprenticeship before the final ceremony where the candidate either succeeds—or never returns from Terat’s waters. The two months dedicated to Terat are the month following the Dance, Terat’s Tears, named for the rains that hopefully fall within that month, and the month following Staul’s Shadow, Terat’s Awakening, reflecting her ascension as Goddess during the autumn.

Rekaré the Wise/ The Lady of Sorrow—The newest member of the Seven Crowned Gods. Rekaré is the patroness of those who sorrow as well as those who seek wisdom. A powerful sorcerer in life, she abdicated her role as Leader of Medvara when she brought about the name and curse of Kinslayer after killing a close cousin who brought about the deaths of several of Rekaré’s close family. In that role of Kinslayer, Rekaré negotiated the unification of the lands of Varen through earning the loyalty of the Shadowwalkers of Saubral, becoming their benghaalph or prophet, the One Spoken Of.

Rekaré was raised in the Two Nations, Keldara and Clenda. Her mother Alicira was one of the Three Leaders of the Two Nations, part of a threefold bond with Heinmyets of Keldara and Inharise of Clenda. Heinmyets served as her Heartfather, a surrogate for her father Zauril, and Inharise was her Heartmother. Her months are the one containing the Summer Solstice, Rekaré’s Dreaming, and the one after Terat’s Awakening, Rekaré’s Shadow.

Karnoi of War—Twin to Cirdel, son of the Outcast God and the Goddess Nitel. Karnoi thrives in heat and flames, often expressing himself in great thunderstorms that kick off massive wildfires in forested areas. Along with Cirdel, he frequently manifests in the form of a wolf leading a pack that contains their dead acolytes. While Karnoi often feuds with most of the other Gods, his greatest loyalty is to his sister Cirdel. They are often the tools of the other Gods when vengeance is required. His month is the one after the Summer Solstice, Karnoi’s Dance, and he shares the month of Winter Solstice with his sister Cirdel, Karnoi and Cirdel’s Hunt. Their actions seek to bring offenders to Artel’s judgment. Along with Cirdel, the only children of Gods in the Seven Crowned Gods.

Cirdel of Chaos—Twin to Karnoi, daughter of the Outcast God and the Goddess Nitel. Chaotic, whimsical, and above all else unpredictable, Cirdel brings the random judgment of fate upon those who turn their faces away from the Gods. Those who seek chaos also fear overstepping their bounds and bringing about her judgment—in many ways, Cirdel takes after her mother Nitel in her pitiless pursuit of wrongdoers. Her months are Cirdel’s Judgment, the month of high summer after Karnoi’s Dance, and the shared month with Karnoi, Karnoi and Cirdel’s Hunt. Cirdel is often cited as a seducer of those contemplating wrongdoing, and leading them willy-nilly down her chaotic path to destruction. And yet those appearances of hers are frequently false manifestations.

Cirdel on her own is particularly beloved of the Wild Riders and Sorcerers of Daran’s Western Grasslands, because she reflects so much of the chaotic nature of that land.

This is but a brief introduction to the Seven Crowned Gods—or at least, all that they’re willing to share of themselves with me at this time. To discover more, check out the first book of Goddess’s Vision, Vision of Alliance, currently available through all major retailers. Find your preferred retailer at the book landing site on my website: https://joycereynolds-ward.com/books/vision-of-alliance/ef7ac7a1-fb6b-4a6b-8c5a-203b9915fda6

Given the poor response so far to this book, unless I start seeing more interest, I will not be planning to continue working further on this trilogy. I’ll probably pick it up later on but right now, it appears that there’s no particular interest in epic fantasy with a protagonist who has a disability, much less a story about a female Empress struggling with her land’s magic.
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What went before: Wednesday. Snowing and partly sunny.

Despite the distress it will of course cause his fandom, I am forced to report that Rookie the Cookie is a Schmuck. Or possibly only a Jerk. He's been knocking stuff off the shelves in the Tech Room -- notably, bottles of liquid toner, which apparently make a lovely thud-SMACK sound when they land (honestly, it's a very distinctive sound; I can recognize a toner bottle hitting the floor from two rooms away). I expect he doesn't really know that I can't easily pick the damn' things up right now, but -- aargh. Get a cat, they said, they'll be fun. Get a Maine Coon Cat, they said. They're very interested in their people and like to engage.

In other news, despite having felt somewhat better last night, I'm back to Square One (minus the THC) this morning. It occurs to me that I better line up a ride to my appointment at Thayer tomorrow afternoon, which -- aargh x 2. I hate bothering people to do stoopid stuff for me.

I've written to my PCP regarding pain management -- the idea being that, going in the front door with back pain (yes, I'm doing my PT homework) needs to be supported by another approach, because even my therapist said that this will keep happening, only as my core gets stronger, an episode will last ... less long. What I want, of course, is The Grail: something that will kill the pain, or get it down to manageable levels, and neither make me sick or fuzz me out, so I can write. And so I'm not a danger to myself or to the cats. That's important, too. As is eating. It's ridiculously hard to eat when you're in pain.

The cats are taking good care of me -- well. Firefly and Tali are checking in regularly to administer lap-sits and purr therapy.

Rookie's knocking shit off the shelves in the Tech Room.

In addition to pain management brainstorm, I arrived at the opinion that I should also figure out ways to work even when I'm feeling this bad. So! I have moved Writing Operations to the comfy chair in my office (which has been Back Pain Central), rigged up the laptop with my favorite keyboard, and brought the WIP, and the portable hard drive here, too. So, hopefully, I'll be able to continue with fixing stuff that's already been written, and that this episode of painful nonsense will vacate before I realio, trulio need to start producing New! Copy!

So, that's the somewhat muddled news from the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

How's everyone doing?
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So, that was no fun at all.

I don't want to get ahead of myself but I may have gotten around the Horn. Of course, I'm shaky because I haven't eaten anything for 3 days except peanut butter crackers (Note to self:  Buy peanut butter crackers; the damn things are lifesavers.) to buffer the meds.

I do have a ride lined up for my appointment this afternoon, so that's good, and my intention is to actually have breakfast and then come back to the comfy chair, do some work on the WIP, and not push things. And eat snacks. What a time to be out of hummus. Bad planning, past me.

Firefly is on my lap and purring.

I'm almost done my Russian Caravan tea Christmas present (Note to self: buy more Russian Caravan tea).

And that's that's the fascinating Thursday report from the cat farm and confusion factory.

Dictated to my phone.
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Did some work on the WIP, actually ate food. Steve Symonds gave me a ride to and from the hospital for my test, so that's taken care of. Managed to get the cat fountains changed out, which has been really bothering me. I'm such a bad cat mom. Talked to the accountant, and -- ouch. Not unexpected, but still. Ouch. I'll pick up the papers on Monday, when -- fingers crossed -- I hope to be Fully Operational.

In the meantime *whispers* my back is not hurting, which places as a Minor Miracle, and what I really want to do is go curl up (figuratively) and read Local Custom.

May I just say what a great job we did with Local Custom? The gradual unfurling of the leaves of character, the! worldbuilding!, the things that are said so very plainly and yet don't mean the same thing to the person you're talking with and -- I swoon. No, really.

Damn, I wish I could write like that.

Also? There's a description -- a Very Detailed Description -- of a counterchance board. I. Had. No. Idea.

So, anyway, I see the tax stuff, and that I have to Move Monies in order to satisfy the IRS and the State of Maine, but yanno what?

Imma go read.

Everybody have a good evening. I'll see you tomorrow.

No...really. I will.

Tali collecting overdue ear scrubbles:


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 Whoops! It was John Henry Newman's birthday the other day, and I missed the opportunity to post this again. It can be sung to at least one version of John Henry, though things may have to be adjusted here and there. Here ya go:


When John Henry Newman was an Anglican
He went down to the Holy See
Said I wanna see the Pope 'cause I got a crazy hope
That they're gonna make a Catholic out of me, Lord, Lord,
They're gonna make a Catholic out of me.
 
When John Henry Newman was a young man
He wrote about a Kindly Light
He called it "Pillar of Cloud," and if you sing it real loud
It'll lead you through the gloomy night, Lord, Lord,
It'll lead you through the gloomy night.
 
John Henry Newman was at Oxford
He was a deacon and a curate too
He got to be a vicar but decided it was quicker
To scribble down a tract or two, Lord, Lord
To scribble down a tract or two.
 
John Henry Newman up at Oxford
At St. Mary's chapel on the side
He told them in a lecture that it was his conjecture
The middle way was fine and wide, Lord, Lord
The middle way was fine and wide.
 
John Henry Newman got in trouble
Reading monophysite lore
"This bit about "securus" -- it doesn't reassure us
I think I better think a little more, Lord, Lord,
I think I better think at Littlemore. "
 
John Henry Newman had a buddy
Father Ambrose, he liked Rome
They liked St. Philip Neri, so in the vale of Mary
They built themselves a home sweet home, Lord, Lord,
They built themselves a home sweet home.
 
John Henry Newman got converted
And it made him feel alive
But he lost a few subscribers the day he swam the Tiber
On 9 October '45, Lord, Lord,
On 9 October '45.
 
John Henry Newman bought a ticket
John Henry Newman went to Rome
But though he got ordained, he did not remain
He packed his bags and headed home, Lord, Lord,
He packed his bags and headed home.
 
John Henry Newman went to Oscott
To have a little toast and jam
And in a blaze of glory to build an Oratory
They later moved to Birmingham, Lord, Lord,
They later moved to Birmingham.
 
John Henry Newman took exception
To what he heard Kingsley say
Newman said "I showed ya ; I wrote an Apologia
And it's Pro Vita Sua all the way, Lord, Lord,
It's Pro Vita Sua all the way."
 
John Henry Newman got promoted
And they gave him a big red hat
They put it on his head, and everybody said,
"Mercy, will you look at that, Lord, Lord,
Mercy, will you look at that."
 
When John Henry Newman was an old man
He was a little on the quiet side.
He got a telegram from heaven on August eleven
And laid down his missal and he died, Lord, Lord,
He laid down his missal and he died.
 
John Henry Newman in his coffin
On compost did recline
He said "I have chosen, by completely decomposing,
To leave not a relic here to find, Lord, Lord,
I will leave not a relic here to find."


There. That was written by me some while ago -- September 20, 2010, I guess it was. Enjoy!
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I’ve always been ambivalent about writing hard and fast magic systems with unbreakable rules. For one thing, from my perspective, that turns magic into science when…magic is intended to be a tricksy, fluttering, elusive thing that sometimes works, sometimes doesn’t. If it’s always predictable, with A + B = C for results, then what’s the magic there? It’s just science using spellcasting or innate powers to achieve a goal. Oh yeah, sure, Fate (aka dice rolls) can change things out a bit but…is that really magic?

In the world of the Seven Crowned Gods, spirits of different lands end up being strongly entwined with hereditary magical abilities. I don’t distinguish between sorcery and magic. All practitioners are called sorcerers. No differentiation between malign and good labels—they’re all sorcerers. And magic isn’t limited to the rich and powerful. The Healers in the lands of Varen all possess a certain degree of magic. Some of the rich and powerful have magic, while others don’t.

What is important for a ruler to have, however, is an actual relationship with the spirit of a particular land. Magic comes from the land. It can be a small gift, such as the ability to infuse clothing with magical protections or create healing potions. Or it can be a large and powerful gift, with the ability to summon up lines of power from the earth to survey the lands of a particular nation. Not all rulers have the big magic, but they need to have some sort of magic to relate to the land. In the nations of Varen, this takes the form of the ability to create a magical Tapestry that aids in their leadership. 

Magic also differs between the continent that contain the nations of Varen and the continent that contains Daran and its subject nations. Besides the spirit of the land and the patronage of one of the Seven Crowned Gods, the Varenese have mostly small magics, with the exception of powerful Leaders of the various lands. Until Rekaré ea Miteal became Leader of Medvara, there was very little integration of magic and technology. However, magic is expressed through the magical horses (singular, daranval, plural, daranvelii) from the Two Nations of Keldara and Clenda, as well as the magic-bearing fleeces of the Stardance line of sheep from the nation of Medvara. Some jewelers possess the ability to create necklaces, bracelets, and rings that can be infused with a wearer’s magic. 

The Healers of Varen possess much more power than their Darani counterparts. They can work great spells in the creation of healing potions. The more powerful sorcerers end up traveling as village circuit Healers in their youth, depending on their magic to keep them safe. There are substances such as glimmer dust (of varying degrees of purity) that even non-sorcerers can use to work small spells to make boots and clothing more durable. The Varenese also create woven speaking squares that allow people to speak across distances, but the use of speaking squares requires a God’s patronage in order for them to work.

Daran, on the other hand, has multiple powerful sources of magic. Goodwood and darkwood (later renamed angrywood) provide sorcerers with the tools to work spells. Both woods have been used by sorcerers—goodwood provides the foundation for the magical sailships operated by Sorcerer-Captains. Darkwood/angrywood has been used for communicators and listening devices. The Emperors of Daran have become alienated from their land’s magic over many years, which has led to the land expressing its discontent through venomous and toxic plants, along with the mysterious entities that haunt the mountains between the two major continental provinces of Daran, Adalane and Daraelen.

In order for the new Empress Witmara to successfully rule Daran, she has to fix many of the problems left to her by her predecessors—including regaining control of the land’s magic. Not an easy task when the land itself resists human control, due to misuses of that power over the years! Additionally, there has been a curse on Daran from its founding, and it is up to Witmara and her allies to fix that long-standing issue. Which—can have multiple impacts on the lives of Daran’s people.

Daily life in Daran functions through multiple spells, unlike in Varen. Those spells are often coupled with technology, such as the mix of magic and technology that powers Betsona’s wheelchair, as well as the spells encoded within her chair that allow her to open doors and other basic household management functions. Household items can be encoded to either allow someone to listen to conversations, or block conversations. Sorcerers in Daran keep their personal quarters stark, with minimal décor, to avoid being spied upon. 

In both continents, the Gods are also the source of a lot of the magic available to humans. Everyone has a particular divine patron but the divine patron is most influential in sorcerers and Leaders, whatever a particular Leader is called or how they reach that status. However, the Gods have limits on what they can do to help their beloveds—and the extent of those limits is not made known to humans. Some restrictions are ordained by Artel the Judge, who in most cases is the Leader of the Gods. Not all restrictions come from Artel, and their source is unknown.

 All in all, magic in the world of the Seven Crowned Gods is not limited to hard and fast rules. Some of those rules are unknowable and…perhaps with the exception of Artel, Gods can be deposed. Which is one of the factors in the Goddess’s Vision series.

The first book of Goddess’s Vision, Vision of Alliance, is currently available through all major retailers. Links here:
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Itch.io (ebook)

Ingram--paperback

Ingram--hardback

I plan to release Vision of Chaos in late June/early July, and Vision of Order in late October/early November. For more information about the timing of these releases, follow my website at https://www.joycereynolds-ward.com or check out my Substack (Speculations from the Wide Open Spaces, https://joycereynoldsward.substack.com/), or follow me on Bluesky at @joycereynoldsward.bsky.social. Note: please have SOMETHING in your Bluesky account if you follow me. Due to social media weirdness, I tend to block empty accounts with no posts.


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What happens after the Big Bad Emperor is deposed?

The impact of a problematic tyrant doesn’t end with their death. The policies of that autocratic ruler don’t just go away overnight. The despot’s allies don’t fade away into the shadows. The social and economic impact from that oppressive regime reverberates down through the assorted social classes from top to bottom and—measures have to be taken to replace the unjust previous policies.

Not an easy thing to do, even if the new ruler is anointed by the Gods and acclaimed by the people.

 

Nor is it an easy thing to write, as I know far too well.

 

When I finished Judgment of Honor, the last book of the previous series, Goddess’s Honor, in 2020, I fully intended to quickly pick up the story in a new series showing the new Empress of Daran, Witmara, wrestling with the implications of reforming the previous Emperor’s despotic practices.

 

It’s not like I hadn’t written about those problems before. After all, a big chunk of Goddess’s Honor deals with the struggles of Rekaré ea Miteal after she eliminated her tyrant father’s rule over the land of Medvara. In Challenges of Honor she ends up failing this test, brought down by the schemes and traps created not only by the evil Emperor of Daran, Chatain, but also by her father and his divine patron, the Goddess Nitel. It takes Rekaré’s cousin Katerin, who is also Witmara’s mother, to finish the task that Rekaré began. Rekaré goes on to win redemption by helping Witmara defeat Chatain and Nitel, ending up as Nitel’s replacement in the pantheon of the Seven Crowned Gods.

 

But—I started having problems figuring out just what Witmara’s quest needed to look like once she became Empress. Instead of wrestling with what happened to Witmara, I worked on an intertwined set of series featuring a powerful family in a science fiction/science fantasy multiversal setting, the Martinieres. Every time I poked at Witmara’s story, the basic concepts seemed to dodge away and well, hey, I’d just thought up another facet about the Martiniere Family Saga.

 

Eventually, I ran out of Martinieres, culminating in what I think is the best subset of the Saga, The Cost of Power trilogy. Ironically, writing the three books of The Cost of Power showed me the path to figuring out Witmara’s story, between the redemption of Philip and Gabriel Martiniere, and the compromises and costs for Gabriel and his wife Ruby as they become more powerful. However, The Cost of Power didn’t give me the answer to my biggest issue, until a few months after I had completed the books.

 

One of the problems I’ve always had with the world of the Seven Crowned Gods has been settling on the viewpoint characters. I struggled for years to capture the voices of Rekaré and her mother Alicira. Eventually, I settled on Katerin as the first voice, in what is now the second book of Goddess’s Honor, Pledges of Honor. That opened up the pathway to first Alicira (in the collection that’s now the first book, Beyond Honor), then Rekaré in Challenges and the other three books in Goddess’s Honor.

 

The same thing happened with Vision of Alliance. At first, it was the voice of Chatain’s exiled half-sister, Betsona ea Ralsem, that came most clearly to me. Betsona is a minor character in Choices of Honor, then becomes one of the protagonists in Judgment of Honor.

 

Betsona has reasons to see her brother deposed. A powerful sorcerer in her own right, she was badly injured during a magitech performance that she and Chatain worked on when they were children. Chatain covered up his role in sabotaging that performance but privately gloated about what he did to Betsona. After their father died and Chatain became Emperor, he systematically destroyed the rest of their close family. It was only through Betsona’s magical skills, political scheming (including recruiting Witmara to strike at Chatain), and the obvious love and devotion from the people of Daran that she survived. She can’t rule on her own—she lacks the strength to manage her full magic, and has limited mobility as a result of that disabling incident.

 

But—Betsona’s mind is not impaired. And she has learned political manipulation over the years from excellent teachers, including her observations of Chatain’s missteps and abuses.

 

We see the early days of Witmara’s rule, both good and bad, through Betsona’s eyes as Witmara struggles to gain control over the much-abused land’s magic—a key element for rulers to succeed in this world. Someone was missing, though—and it took my experience with the Martinieres to figure out who that was. One of the influences in Witmara’s early life was Heinmyets, one of the Three Leaders of the Two Nations. Heinmyets served as Witmara’s Heartfather, a surrogate standing in for a missing father, since Witmara’s father Metkyi had died in the battle to control Medvara.

 

Heinmyets’s voice turned out to be the balance I needed to Betsona’s perspective. There’s also another element—a nameless, cream-colored, magical stallion from the breed called daranval (plural daranvelii) who cannot be ridden due to his own impairments. Despite his physical handicaps, this little stallion possesses strong magic. Heinmyets is also a strong earth sorcerer, and kept the nameless stallion from being culled, which would be the norm for a daranval with his problems. However, Heinmyets has lost both of his bondmates, Alicira and Inharise, and seeks a new purpose for the remainder of his life.

 

That purpose appears to be over the ocean in Daran, helping both Witmara and Betsona.

 

There are complications, of course. Once I figured out that Alliance featured both Betsona and Heinmyets, and the process by which the two of them ally to help Witmara, the story started flowing…and here we are.

 

Things are far from perfect in the land of Daran, even with Chatain gone. Witmara and Betsona need to overcome multiple obstacles to Witmara’s rule. The forces allied against them are very real, including semi-divine entities who would just love to upset the pantheon of the Seven Crowned Gods to become fully divine again. While Rekaré’s ascension to divinity and the demotion of Nitel as Goddess may have appeared to resolve conflicts between the Gods, that isn’t necessarily the case.

 

Stabilizing Daran is also key to the survival of the Seven Crowned Gods—and, as we’ll see in the next two books of Goddess’s Vision, Vision of Chaos and Vision of Order, that is not so easily done. Not when Daran’s problems go back to its founding, and the malign influences that seek to bring about its final destruction.

 

Vision of Alliance is available in ebook through all major retailers. It is also available in paperback and hardcover. Find your preferred retailer at the book landing site on my website: https://joycereynolds-ward.com/books/vision-of-alliance/ef7ac7a1-fb6b-4a6b-8c5a-203b9915fda6

 

I plan to release Vision of Chaos in late June/early July, and Vision of Order in late October/early November. For more information about the timing of these releases, follow my website at https://www.joycereynolds-ward.com or check out my Substack (Speculations from the Wide Open Spaces, https://joycereynoldsward.substack.com/), or follow me on Bluesky at @joycereynoldsward.bsky.social. Note: please have SOMETHING in your Bluesky account if you follow me. Due to social media weirdness, I tend to block empty accounts with no posts.


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