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This past summer, we received news that my elderly grandfather had unexpectedly died. My family and I made immediate plans to fly down to the city where he lived in order to go through his home, arrange and attend the funeral, and so on. Feeling that I did not have appropriate clothing and shoes to […]

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Yuletide reveals!

Jan. 2nd, 2026 12:17 pm
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I matched one of my 'why not try this' fandoms this year in Yuletide and had a lovely request for Heyer's Cotillion. I've never written Heyer fic, or any Regency romance fic unless you count the more Heyeresque parts of Bujold, but she's a longstanding favourite author and I wanted to have a go, and Cotillion is such a fun book, one of my absolute favourites of hers. And Lord Legerwood is one of Heyer's many delightfully sardonic older men and so writing his POV was tremendous fun - I had a couple of false starts trying to write something for this request, but once I started writing Lord Legerwood it all came together very smoothly. And a comedy of misunderstandings seemed very appropriate for Heyer.

By Special Licence (Heyer - Cotillion, canon pairings, epilogue, 2000 words)

To get into the spirit of the thing, as well as reading Cotillion a couple of times through I have been slowly reading through all the Heyers, partly to get the voice and also because it's always like this when I pick up one Heyer: I have to read all the other ones immediately afterwards. I haven't reread any of the Georgian ones yet because I wanted to keep my head in the Regency voice, but now that my fic is all done I will be getting to them because what can beat These Old Shades - the first Heyer I ever read, not necessarily the best place to start except of course it is the best place to start. Anyway, I have been reading through the Regencies more or less in favourite order, so I've now reached Arabella - which has many things I do love but the 'told a silly lie and now have to stick to it' trope isn't one of them. (Top ten Heyer Regencies, not in order: Frederica, Venetia, A Civil Contract, Cotillion, Friday's Child, The Nonesuch, The Foundling, The Unknown Ajax, The Reluctant Widow, Black Sheep.) But even my least favourite Heyers are still fun to reread.

And as well as what I wrote, the authors of my gifts are revealed:
[archiveofourown.org profile] morvidra wrote Happiness In Time Of Joy (Wimsey missing scenes from Busman's Honeymoon)
[archiveofourown.org profile] longwhitecoats wrote Double Exposure (long Wimsey casefic with Harriet/Peter/Bunter)
[archiveofourown.org profile] fullborn wrote Wandrers Nachtlied ('The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp' Theo/Clive fic).

Thank you all very much!
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Signed up for Yuletide this year, had a great time, wrote possibly the most Obviously By Me fic ever to have graced the internet...

Lot 57
Fandom - Biggles, Gimlet
Rating - G
Length - 3,687 words
Tags - Bertie & Gimlet, original horse characters, horses
Summary - Bertie was on the verge of giving the whole thing up as a bad job. It had been an early start from Chedcombe, the old horsebox a considerably slower affair than the Jaguar, and even without any cargo it would be a long drive home.
At the sales looking for a new hunter, Bertie runs into a friend.

I wrote this for [personal profile] tweague, who completely and utterly enabled me with a request that included express permission to be a massive nerd - which is, of course, one of my principal hobbies. One of the things I am a massive nerd about is racehorse breeding in the 1920s-1940s (blame the fact I read Seabiscuit when I was 15 and never really got over it), so given that the request also included Bertie and Gimlet, and Gimlet canonically has a horse he wants to run in the Grand National, I took the opportunity to slightly go off the deep end and spent days picking apart bloodlines for fictional horses. So if anyone wanted any more of my Background Horse Thoughts for this fic, read on...

truly ludicrous amounts of horse nerding under the cut )

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Jan. 2nd, 2026 11:00 am
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My younger brother and his then-fiancee/now-then are visiting and as we’re about to leave my house, I realize that I can’t find my keys. Side note, this happened in 2013, before smart phones were quite as common–just in case anyone’s curious about our lacking them. Me: Where are my keys? (searching for a while) What? […]

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Yuletide Reveal

Jan. 2nd, 2026 09:49 pm
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This year I wrote a Georgette Heyer novel fandom - again. I seem to manage to get assigned Heyer approximately every second year, but since I never nominate any fandom once I've written it once, this was, again, a Heyer I'd never written fic for before.

Perspectives (14548 words) by Luthien
Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: The Nonesuch - Georgette Heyer, HEYER Georgette - Works
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sir Waldo Hawkridge/Ancilla Trent
Characters: Ancilla Trent, Waldo Hawkridge, Tiffany Wield, Laurence Calver, Courtenay Underhill, Maria Docklow, Mrs Underhill, Mrs Burford, Julian Lord Lindeth, Lady Hawkridge, Reverend William Trent, Mrs Trent
Additional Tags: Regency, Historical, Post-Canon, POV Outsider, Kisses, Secrets, Spoilt Brats, Governesses, engagements, Weddings, Honeymoons, minor original characters, Inns, Bad Weather, country house parties, The Season, POV Multiple
Summary: What one sees, and how much, depends very much on one's perspective.

~*~

This time, the Heyer novel was The Nonesuch, which was the very last of Heyer's Regencies that I first read as a teenager, so it's always stuck in my mind for that reason. It took me several years to find a copy of it, back in the days before the worldwide web, when the local library, and a couple of local bookshops and secondhand bookstores, were my only sources for books.

I've always mostly preferred Heyer's novels with the more mature main characters than the ones with the ingenue heroines (with the exception of Hero in Friday's Child - because she's impossible not to love), so Waldo and Ancilla (despite their names *g*) have always worked well for me. I really enjoyed exploring them and their vibe through the perspectives of a bunch of different characters in this story. And of course The Nonesuch also features, in Tiffany Wield, one of the most gloriously terrible spoilt brats that I've ever encountered in fiction. I had particular fun with her perspective, and I think I managed to do her justice. My recipient liked it, anyway, and that's really all that matters in an exchange like this.

Roll on, next year.

A Bike For A Kaiju

Jan. 2nd, 2026 10:00 am
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Important thing to notice is that I am 1.95 meters tall (6 feet 4 inches), and for sure that thing I bought wasn't made for my size: I soon realized that I looked (and felt) like the Japanese version of Krusty the clown when riding his miniature bicycle, my knees hitting the bar every time.

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(My phone hates me, glitched, and I clicked submit before I was done) It’s been my joking (mostly) suspicion for a long time that my grandmother is a bit of a black widow. I got what I think is pretty strong evidence, so I’d like to share it here. My grandmother just turned 84 (August […]

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First snow of Winter

Jan. 2nd, 2026 10:01 am
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There was snow overnight. Just a couple of inches which wasn't forecast.

It is forecast for the next few days, however.

It clearly caught the council out as no gritting has been done.

A few pics from the house first thing:





And from the back:



I notice a few new people from LJ have asked me to friend. Can I please ask that you read my intro post at the top of my blog and if you're cool with what you find there, I'll open up for you. I keep things f-locked apart from my photos for privacy reasons but am always happy to meet new people and I do have good translation software if you aren't happy in English.









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Feeling a lot more confident and happier now that Narumi also showed up. It's surprising how much easier I find it to write such a little clown of a character.

...perhaps because I, too, was actually a clown all along? 😮🤡


Warm as life | Kaijuu No. 8 | Kafka/Reno/Narumi, Reno/Iharu, Kafka/Hoshina | 3.8k words (WIP, 2/7) | rated M

Summary: The new threat posed by No. 9 weighs heavily on everyone. Under these circumstances, emotions run high and what starts as a way of relieving stress can easily bloom into unexpected feelings. Some people find that easier to admit than others.

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Midorikawa Kata (1872-1962)

Jan. 2nd, 2026 06:54 pm
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Midorikawa Kata was born in 1872 (or maybe 1869?) in Tottori, where her father was a samurai retainer; her maiden name was Wada, and after her father led a failed rebellion she was adopted as a baby by the Hori family, of similar rank. At age fifteen, she began to study Chinese classics and etiquette at the local temple in order to prepare for marriage. The following year, she married Miki Setsujiro, son of a local banker. She was seventeen when her first son, Masao, was born, and twenty when his brother Tsutomu appeared.

In 1895, aged twenty-three, she divorced Setsujiro on account of his infidelity and went to Tokyo, taking Tsutomu with her. She was escorted en route by seventeen-year-old Midorikawa Kikuo, on his way to enter university. In Tokyo, she consigned Tsutomu to his father’s family and entered the nursing school affiliated with Tokyo Imperial University, where she was also baptized. She graduated in 1897; although her good grades led to a suggestion of studying in Germany, she worked as a visiting nurse for five years and then went to Hokkaido to marry Kikuo, who was working as a journalist in Otaru, writing pacifist and anti-authoritarian editorials protesting offenses against the Ainu as well as the Ashio Copper Mine problem; he spent the rest of his life on the authorities’ list of left-wing suspicious characters, followed by policemen.

Now with a son and three daughters, they returned to Tokyo in 1908, where Kata worked as a nurse while raising her children; her income was sometimes all the family had during the periods when Kikuo’s left-wing views put him out of work. In 1919, she learned about Mrs. Pankhurst and the women’s temperance movement in the UK from Kikuo while he was working there, and set up a Tokyo branch on her own. In 1925, she established a Women’s Suffrage League, arguing for women’s rights from the housewife’s perspective, and submitting petitions on women’s suffrage and women’s rights in general to the Imperial Diet. In 1927 she founded the Women’s Rights Protection Association, issuing the journal Joken [Women’s Rights].

Kikuo died in 1934. In 1945, when Kata was seventy-three, women’s suffrage became a reality. She died in 1962 at the age of ninety, still fighting the Japan-US Security Treaty of 1960.

Between Kikuo, her children from both marriages, and Kata herself, they had a remarkably wide circle of notable friends, colleagues, and relatives. Her oldest son Masao, better known as the poet Miki Rofu, was part of the “Akai Tori [Red Bird]” children’s literature movement and well acquainted with Yamada Kosaku (Tsuneko Gauntlett’s brother); her son Michio, a movie cameraman, taught Ozu Yasujiro his trade, while her daughter Yoshiko was married to the director Uchida Tomu and their son was Uchida Issaku (known for directing the Kamen Rider movies). Sumiko, the oldest daughter, worked in broadcasting for NHK along with her husband; Kunie, daughter number two, was an academic, and Kiyo, the youngest, became director of Japan’s first facility for multiply disabled children. Kikuo’s professional and political life brought him into contact at varying points with the poet Ishikawa Takuboku (husband of Setsuko), the author Kobayashi Takiji, the revolutionaries Kotoku Shusui (lover of Kanno Suga) and Sakai Toshihiko, and the politician Hara Kei (husband of Sadako and Asa). Kata herself became involved, through her women’s rights activism, with Hiratsuka Raicho, Ichikawa Fusae, Yosano Akiko, and Nishikawa Fumiko among others.

Sources
https://www.asahi.com/articles/photo/AS20210427003216.html?iref=pc_photo_gallery_next_arrow (Japanese) Click through the image to see selections from a picture book about Kata’s life (I couldn’t find more images)

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Jan. 2nd, 2026 09:00 am
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I used to work for a label making company; my soon to be bride worked at a restaurant . The restaurant owner was a horrible boss. She was mean and rude to employees and customers. She often openly complained about my fiancé being pregnant and contemplated how to fire her without getting in trouble. My […]

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Title: Misunderstood
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: [personal profile] veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Spike
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set in S5, during ep. 5x17 “Forever”.
Summary: Spike honours Joyce in his own way.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.

Challenge: #475 - Resolve

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Follow Friday 1-2-26

Jan. 2nd, 2026 03:27 am
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Got any Follow Friday-related posts to share this week? Comment here with the link(s).

Here's the plan: every Friday, let's recommend some people and/or communities to follow on Dreamwidth. That's it. No complicated rules, no "pass this on to 7.328 friends or your cat will die".

New Worlds: Sacred Objects

Jan. 2nd, 2026 09:05 am
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We've touched on sacred objects before, as they're often integrated with other aspects of religion, but we haven't looked at them directly. We're going to do that now not only because it's a key element of practically every religion, but because these turn out to be the hook upon which cultures have hung some fascinating behaviors!

Anything can potentially be a sacred object, but there are some general patterns. In many cultures, an image of the deity, whether painted or sculpted, is the example par excellence -- but that's not universal; Islam and Protestant Christianity are both notably aniconic. A cross may remind the faithful of Jesus, but it's not a direct representation of God the Son. (Sometimes aniconism rises to the level of being an outright prohibition of any material representation, meaning that crucifix or a painting of Jesus would be blasphemous.) In some cases the deity is believed to be present within the image, either as a constant state, or when temporarily invited there by ritual. If the presence is constant, there may be a rite at the end of the crafting process that brings the image spiritually to life: sanctification, painting in the eyes or the pupils of the eyes, blowing on it to give it breath, or some other moment of transition.

Saints' relics are a special case of representation. While some relics are objects associated with a deity or sanctified person -- things they once owned or touched, which acquire a numinous aura as a result -- Catholicism famously has a tradition of body parts as relics, be they locks of hair, bones, vials of blood, or even the foreskin from Jesus' circumcision. Seen more broadly, though, this isn't unique to Catholicism; ancestor veneration, for example, may include enshrining and making offerings to the skulls of ancestors. To outsiders this may seem morbid, but after all, nothing is more intensely personal than bodily remains.

What's fascinating to me is the question of how much it matters whether the body part is actually that of the person in question. We may understandably chuckle at hearing that the Fourth Crusade looted two different heads of John the Baptist from Constantinople (and four places claim to have it today!), but not everyone historically considered the multiplicity of relics a logical problem: either it was seen as a miracle, or the significance ascribed to the object mattered more than the what we would consider the factual reality, especially if the relic was documented as producing wonders. Of course, this opened the door to all kinds of scam artists selling what they knew were forgeries!

Bits of bone are hardly impressive to look at, though, and if there's one common thread with sacred objects, it's that we frequently want them to appear special. Sometimes this is by having the object itself be something elite, like a sword, but very often it manifests in materials and craftsmanship. Gold and silver, gems, precious wood, intricate carving, and more all give glory to the divine through the money and effort invested in the item -- though periodically you get a backswing in the other direction, with movements that champion simplicity and humility. If the object itself must be humble, as with a saint's relic, then it's liable to be housed in a much fancier box, elevating it by means of its surroundings.

A special nature can also lie in how the object is treated. It is hugely common for sacred objects to be hedged about with restrictions, such that only certain people can touch it, or only at certain times, or only after purifying rites, or all of the above. This can even apply to looking at the thing! Year Seven's discussion of sacred architecture mentioned the layers of restriction that can apply as you move deeper into a holy site; at the extreme end, Judaism's First Temple kept the Ark of the Covenant in the Holy of Holies, a room only the high priest was permitted to enter, and even then only on Yom Kippur. Sacred Shintō objects, the shintai or "divine bodies," may be natural features visible to anybody, but they may also be artifacts permanently shrouded in silk and elaborate cases -- to the point where no one, not even the priests of a shrine, has seen that object in generations or centuries, and may not even know what form it takes! But as with the multiplicity of relics, an insistence on knowledge and observation misses the spiritual point.

Sometimes these items get to go on a trip, though. Lots of religious festivals involve bringing sacred objects out into the streets for the faithful to see -- or at least to see the boxes that hold them, if not the things themselves. This might be an annual celebration, or a ceremony of thanksgiving for a one-off event like a military victory, or a desperate measure taken in times of calamity, like a plague. Even when the object is normally visible to the ordinary worshipper in a temple or church, it's still a special occasion; when it's less accessible than that, it might be a memory someone treasures for the rest of their life. Nor is this limited only to local display: particularly famed or wonder-working objects might be sent out through the countryside, bringing them to visit people who could never journey to their usual home.

. . . or the journey might be more permanent. During the Roman Republic, certain wars included ritual of evocatio or "evocation," which promised better temples and offerings if the enemy's deity came over to Rome's side instead. This could be inflicted on a defeated or surrendered foe, taking a sacred statue away to its new Roman home, but the non-material stage could also be a form of psychological warfare during a siege: We're bribing your gods out from under you. I can't find a source for this now, but I recall reading that ancient Mesopotamian societies had a similar practice -- though whether they did or not is beside the point from a worldbuilding perspective, as you're free to put it into a fictional setting!

The Inca turned this into a full-on hostage situation. I believe the official rhetoric was that the Incan emperor was showing honor to the deities of their subject peoples by removing their sacred objects to Cuzco, but in actual practice, it was comparable to having children or important people as "guests." Any misbehavior on the part of a conquered society could result in the icons of their gods being destroyed: a loss of far more than just the materials and labor that went into those relics. When you believe in the power of such things, the consequences of losing them may be devastating.

Me being the sort of writer I am, this kind of thing is absolute catnip. We have plenty of stories where the religion of a subjugated people is persecuted or prohibited, but what about a god that's been tempted away or kidnapped? Of course a sacred object is rarely seen as being the whole existence of a deity, but if it's the channel through which prayers are conveyed, the point of connection between the mortal world and the divine, then losing that is tantamount to losing the deity themself. Which makes a story about trying to get that back far more than a simple challenge of getting a gold icon off a pedestal without triggering a booby trap. The spiritual dimension can be the seed of an entire plot on its own!

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Friday 02/01/2026

Jan. 2nd, 2026 09:13 am
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1) a day off from work, a day for myself ^^ Hubby does have to work and our daughter is with her granddad

2) going for a drink with my mum and perhaps my sister

3) library visit and when I'm back home, working on my photobalbums

2025 writing roundup

Jan. 2nd, 2026 07:11 pm
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Cheers to the new year! I've been waiting for Yuletide author reveals so that I could officially make this brag: I've posted over 150k words to AO3 this past year, trouncing my previous record of 120k in 2019. 2025 has been so intense for me creatively. This has been a year not only of prolific writing, but of pushing my boundaries, expanding my storytelling ambitions, and just straight-up enjoying my own imagination without angsting over feedback or popularity. I won't attempt to look back at all 41 (!) fics here, but I'd like to talk about a few of the big projects/moments and what I've taken from them.

Prisons of Our Making (Reylo, post-TROS Ben Solo Lives AU, 35k): I know it's small change to a lot of authors, but this is the longest fic I've ever finished. (My longest fic full stop is 66k, but it's a nearly-finished perma-WIP from years ago that I hate and no one is allowed to talk to me about it.) This was me experimenting with a whole new writing process. I've historically always been both a plan-as-you-go and edit-as-you-go writer; for this fic I forced myself to outline the whole thing before I started writing, then write the whole thing before I edited anything, and not post a single word until I was satisfied that the structure was sound and only copyedits on later chapters remained to be done. I found this process less fun in the short term but significantly less frustrating in the long - I have a well established habit of writing myself into corners and introducing late-stage twists that require major rewrites to earlier material, and this method avoided all of that.

I should note that, unusually for me, I have not actually reread a word of this fic since posting it. I'm a bit scared to. Like, what if it's rubbish? What if I am just fundamentally a shortfic author who should stick to writing oneshots? I'll probably revisit it sometime this year once the emotions have calmed down a bit, but whether or not I end up being thrilled with the final product, it definitely feels like a milestone that I got this out into the world.

It Takes a Village to Raise the Dead (Poe/Finn/Rey/Ben/Jacen resurrection bodyswap, 20k) was an exchange assignment that got stupidly out of control, and an example of what happens when I try to write long(er)fic using the as-you-go method instead of the one discussed above. It wasn't actually meant to be longfic at all - it started its life as fairly modest bodyswap shenanigans using the Force as a wafer-thin excuse - but then it bred with several other prompts and grew a plot, and the whole thing was just absolute chaos. Multiple rewrites, at least one of which was literally from scratch while others involved POV changes that completely changed what information I could or couldn't include in that scene. If it weren't for an exchange I would probably have given up. But hey, this is part of why I got so into exchanges to begin with - deadline pressure really works for me. This is another fic I'm still waiting to get enough distance from before I can reread it, but at minimum I'm proud of myself for getting it done! It involved a lot more balls in the air at once than I usually even attempt to juggle.

I Can Save Myself (Kylo/Rose superhero AU, 10k) is the "shorter", "easier" exchange assignment I wrote when I DID actually have to give up on a fic that had gotten too complicated. My first idea was for the same ship but a much more serious take on it, heavy on both plot and emotional trauma, and I wrote thousands of words and did oodles of comics canon review and Wookieepedia research before realising that it just wasn't going to come together the way I wanted it to in the time I had left. I was right on the brink of defaulting so that my soon-to-be-ex-recip could get a gift that didn't suck, but I took one last look at their request to see if there was anything I could salvage, and the words "superhero AU" jumped out at me from their likes list. I'd just recently read Hench. Suddenly, I was off and running. It was still way more than I really had time to write before deadline, but it was too much in the fun way instead of the despair-inducing way, and I bashed the whole fic out in a blur of joy and the recip ended up making fanart for it!!! So that was a fantastic experience.

Rose Tico's Charity Home for Wayward First Order Scum (post-TROS Reylo, Finnpoe, Phasma/Rose, Phasma/Kylo, Everyone Lives with bonus drinking games, 1.6k): There is nothing technically ambitious about this fic, but it's the direct product of the exact moment early on this year when I looked at the word doc in front of me and said "fuck it, I can do what I want". Some people just like to write about their favourite enemy space wizards inexplicably all being friends and acting like teenagers together, and that's valid! In the end a double-digit number of people liked this fic enough to kudos it, but I put it out in the world fully expecting silence and was okay with that because I loved (still love) what I wrote and would have continued to love it even if no one else did.

All seven of my Love Hypothesis fics: Look at me, diving headlong into a whole new fandom without dropping out of my old one in the process! This has never actually happened before; usually my head only has room for one (1) primary blorbo, with all other fannish interests restricted to dabblings and day trips. It's been really fun noodling around with Adam and Olive as characters. Despite the fact that The Love Hypothesis started its life as Reylo fic, the vibes are completely different, and it's scratching a different creative itch for me than any star war I've written. Right now I'm working on a new multichapter fic for this fandom (*puts on galaxy-brain hat* it's a fake dating AU...for the fake dating AU...) and just having so, so much fun with it in a way that feels really chill and low-pressure.

On a slightly less satisfying note, as the year progressed my writing has been feeling more and more like...you know when a kid has a growth spurt, and overnight they acquire about 20% more limb than before but don't yet know how to control it? Yeah, it's like that. It's frustrating, because while the new sense of freedom and reach is amazing, I used to feel much more in control of my prose and overall technique. I imagine that'll come back as I adjust to my new limb length, but man, I wish I could have brought all the creative energy I've had this year and felt like I was putting it into my best work yet, instead of the constant nagging awareness that even my most carefully controlled works aren't quite coming out exactly the way I want them to. It's been years since I last felt that gap between my vision and my skills, and I did not miss it.

I'm including that last bit in the post for my own posterity, but honestly, I don't want to sound like I'm ending on a sour note because my overwhelming experience this year has been that writing is FUN and I LOVE it and I WANT TO BE DOING IT ALL THE TIME. I'm deliberately not setting myself any writing goals for 2026 because I want to just keep going with the flow of whatever the fuck my brain is doing these days. Whether the energy lasts or whether I end up going fallow again for a while, I'm going to resist the urge to force things and just trust that whatever output I manage this year will be exactly what I need it to be.

Customers Versus The Void

Jan. 2nd, 2026 08:00 am
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It’s closing time at the shoe store, but one customer refuses to leave. Company policy says we can’t make anyone go, so my manager decides to get… creative.
Twenty minutes past closing, the customer is still browsing.
My manager silently walks behind her and flips off the lights in the section she just left.

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Just One Thing (02 January 2026)

Jan. 2nd, 2026 08:07 am
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

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Every January 1, in the USA, a number of copyrighted works lose their protection and become public domain! This year has a pretty neat list - Dashiell Hammett! Miss Marple! The Marx Brothers! Lots of neat things.

And obviously this isn't everything that's coming free of copyright protection, just a list of a few of some significant works. They're already free in some countries: Canada and Australia have shorter copyright terms.

BOOKS
Cakes and Ale
William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying
Dashiell Hammett, The Maltese Falcon (the full book version)
Agatha Christie, The Murder at the Vicarage (the first novel featuring Miss Marple)
Carolyn Keene (pseudonym for Mildred Benson), the first four Nancy Drew books, beginning with The Secret of the Old Clock
Watty Piper (pen name of Arnold Munk), The Little Engine That Could (the popular illustrated version, with drawings by Lois Lenski)
William H. Elson, Elson Basic Readers (the first appearances of Dick and Jane)
Noël Coward, Private Lives
T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
Evelyn Waugh, Vile Bodies
John Dos Passos, The 42nd Parallel
Edna Ferber, Cimarron
Dorothy L. Sayers, Strong Poison
J. B. Priestley, Angel Pavement
Olaf Stapledon, Last and First Men
Sigmund Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents (in the original German, Das Unbehagen in der Kultur)
Elizabeth Coatsworth (author) and Lynd Ward (illustrator), The Cat Who Went to Heaven
Arthur Ransome, Swallows and Amazons
W. Somerset Maugham, Cakes and Ale
Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness

CHARACTERS, COMICS, CARTOONS
Flip the Frog
Betty Boop from Fleischer Studios' Dizzy Dishes and other cartoons
Rover (later renamed Pluto) from Disney's The Chain Gang (as an unnamed bloodhound) and The Picnic (as Rover)
Blondie and Dagwood from the Blondie comic strips by Chic Young
Flip the Frog from Fiddlesticks and other cartoons, by Ub Iwerks after he left Disney
Nine new Mickey Mouse cartoons, the initial week of Mickey Mouse comic strips, and ten new Silly Symphonies cartoons from Disney

FILMS
The Divorcee
All Quiet on the Western Front, directed by Lewis Milestone (winner of the Academy Award for Best Picture)
King of Jazz, directed by John Murray Anderson (musical revue featuring Paul Whiteman and Bing Crosby’s first feature-film appearance)
Cimarron, directed by Wesley Ruggles (winner of the Academy Award for Best Picture, registered for copyright in 1930)
Animal Crackers, directed by Victor Heerman (starring the Marx Brothers)
Soup to Nuts, directed by Benjamin Stoloff (written by Rube Goldberg, featuring later members of The Three Stooges)
Morocco, directed by Josef von Sternberg (starring Gary Cooper, Marlene Dietrich, and Adolphe Menjou)
The Blue Angel (Der blaue Engel), directed by Josef von Sternberg (starring Marlene Dietrich)
Anna Christie, directed by Clarence Brown (Greta Garbo’s first talkie)
Hell's Angels, directed by Howard Hughes (Jean Harlow’s film debut)
The Big Trail, directed by Raoul Walsh (John Wayne’s first leading role)
The Big House, directed by George Hill
Murder!, directed by Alfred Hitchcock
L'Âge d'Or, directed by Luis Buñuel, written by Buñuel and Salvador Dalí
Free and Easy, directed by Edward Sedgwick (Buster Keaton’s first speaking role)
The Divorcee, directed by Robert Z. Leonard
Whoopee!, directed by Thornton Freeland

MUSICAL COMPOSITIONS
The Royal Welch Fusiliers
Four Songs - I Got Rhythm, I've Got a Crush on You, But Not for Me, and Embraceable You - with lyrics by Ira Gershwin, music by George Gershwin
Georgia on My Mind, lyrics by Stuart Gorrell, music by Hoagy Carmichael
Dream a Little Dream of Me, lyrics by Gus Kahn, music by Fabian Andre and Wilbur Schwandt
Livin' in the Sunlight, Lovin' in the Moonlight, lyrics by Al Lewis, music by Al Sherman
On the Sunny Side of the Street, lyrics by Dorothy Fields, music by Jimmy McHugh
It Happened in Monterey, lyrics by Billy Rose, music by Mabel Wayne
Body and Soul, lyrics by Edward Heyman, Robert Sour, Frank Eyton, music by Johnny Green
Just a Gigolo (the first English translation), original German lyrics by Julius Brammer, English translation by Irving Caesar, music by Leonello Casucci
You're Driving Me Crazy, lyrics and music by Walter Donaldson
Beyond the Blue Horizon, lyrics by Leo Robin, music by Richard A. Whiting and W. Franke Harling (possible inspiration for the Star Trek theme song)
The Royal Welch Fusiliers, by John Philip Sousa


Lots of good stuff that creative types can play with without fear of any sort of legal reprisal! The first appearance of Betty Boop, and the original version of Disney's Pluto, then called Rover. It's interesting to see the evolutions of characters, like how Mickey evolved from Steamboat Willy.

https://web.law.duke.edu/cspd/publicdomainday/2026/

https://news.slashdot.org/story/26/01/01/1712212/public-domain-day-2026-brings-betty-boop-nancy-drew-and-i-got-rhythm-into-the-commons

White-Eyes by Mary Oliver

Jan. 4th, 2026 02:51 am
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In winter
    all the singing is in
      the tops of the trees
        where the wind-bird

with its white eyes
    shoves and pushes
      among the branches.
        Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,
    but he's restless—
      he has an idea,
        and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings
    as long as he stays awake.
      But his big, round music, after all,
        is too breathy to last.

So, it's over.
    In the pine-crown
      he makes his nest,
        he's done all he can.

I don't know the name of this bird,
    I only imagine his glittering beak
      tucked in a white wing
        while the clouds—

which he has summoned
    from the north—
      which he has taught
        to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall
    into the world below
      like stars, or the feathers
        of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,
    that is asleep now, and silent—
      that has turned itself
        into snow.


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Written for the prompts, 127 Jocular, 136 Enervate, 169 Discombobulate, at [community profile] vocab_drabbles 
Title: Fishing Without Bait
Fandom: Miami Vice
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Words: 728
Characters: Sonny, Rico
Summary: Some weeks are worse than others, but fishing has always been Sonny's sanity maintenance. During a weekend of decompressing, the partners draw comfort from each other and tiptoe around some truths.
Notes: I was thinking about how they imply Rico has gone fishing with Sonny on the show. This is the result.

Fishing Without Bait )

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