1 - Unquiet Bones

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Flowers wither and die, but briars are forever.

2. “I used to admire people who can sleep on planes,” said the not un-handsome stranger across the aisle, trying to extract himself from his snoring friend.

3. There’s no distinction left between cats and dogs, save the scientific. Space has warped both species into something new, pushing them towards the same adaptations until they reach that common goal.

4. The pond water is a bright emerald green. Her fingers hover over the surface a moment before she steels her courage and dips in the cup.

5. Footsteps in the snow mar the soot– the men came after the dragons then, and now she knows who to kill.

1 - Unquiet Bones

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. The tide covers a multitude of sins.

2. Her magic has turned the funeral pyre’s flames black and cold, leaching light and warmth from the hall.

3. Most saddle makers are overjoyed with the introduction of each year’s line of designer animals. They best have a front-row preview of the new creatures and the rest are left to scramble to adapt.

4. “–you are the Chosen One!”

“Really? That’s awesome! When do we start—wait. Oh God, I need to pack.” She eyed her closet, “No, scratch that, I need to shop!”

5. They learn all the ways to crash a glider, coming back into the shop bruised and bleeding and laughing with excitement.

1 - Unquiet Bones

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. “So what brings you into the wood?” asked the fox who wasn’t a wolf and wasn’t a bear. “It’s not safe out here in the dark.” He rippled as he spoke and wasn’t a cougar and wasn’t a lynx.

“You’re right,” she said and shot him with silver until he was just a fox again, “it’s not safe at all.”

2. I finally had to call in sick after a fruitless hour of tearing my apartment apart searching for my keys. My boss was more amused than annoyed, but I was headed into to a full-blown not-really-midlife crisis.

3. Dolphins are the teenaged assholes of our coast– sure, sometimes they’d help rescue a drowning fisherman, but for the most part make a game of dismantling our fish pens, harass the hippos that bring barges down the river, and snatch away the larger gamefish just before we can get them on the boat.

4. Over the years the forest expands outwards from the circle, rows of trees radiating in straight lines as if planted by an army of gardeners.

5. There’s a cliff by the sound end of the beach where you can lie right on the edge and watch the waves crash in below you. It’s just high enough to seem scary when you’re small, but short enough not to terrify your parents.

1 - Unquiet Bones

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. One day I realized other people could talk.

2. Another day at the campgrounds and I think she would have snapped. Heck, we might have been able to push her over the edge just by threatening to stay– but thankfully (or not) Phil had carefully rationed out our vacation into a Sally-approved adventure.

3. The shield might keep them safe, but it tinted the whole colony a depressing shade of blue.

4. “There are more domestic unicorns in Tennessee alone than there are left in the wild.” She looked out across the pasture with a sigh. “At this rate I’ll never get to see a real one.”

Her unicorn flicked his ear and snorted in amusement, but didn’t look up from his hay.

5. They save on fuels by following the winds, waiting until they’ve been truly mired in the doldrums to nurse the engines back to life.

3 - Perish Twice

1 year, 6 months, 90 days, 4 Weeks, 1 hour

Terrapyn and Pun Ride Again!

Terrapyn and Pun Ride Again!

The World of Treadcraft is officially back!

Starting today I’m going to play World of Warcraft for one hour a day and I’m going to do it for one year. The only acceptable excuses will be ‘I am sick’, ‘ or ‘I physically cannot get to the computer.’

Why am I doing it? Because of this article over on Cracked and the fact that starting next month I’m going to have highly stressful (but incredibly fun) job and I need some way to burn off that stress.

I’d been thinking of doing something more artistic, like resurrecting the old comic strip or focusing on learning sculpting and casting, but my creative muse has a habit of vanishing right when I need her.

A year is a long time, so I’m breaking it down into smaller and smaller chunks (hence the cryptic title). All I care about each day is that one hour. I don’t care what happened yesterday, I don’t care what will happen tomorrow.

Last time I did this I got through 32 weeks and 172.65 miles — time to start breaking some records! :D

1 - Unquiet Bones

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Parallel universes spill off her fingers like drops of blood.

2. The ocean never changes and the ocean always changes. The phrase is so ingrained in the culture that it punctuates most conversations and she stops noticing it after a few weeks of living on the island.

3. Smoke is everywhere, not as thick or as acrid as when the fires were burning, but still dense enough to mask what’s entwined in the smoldering rubble. They pick their way out of the carnage and never look down.

4. Company life is broken down to a series of ruts and hills: you’re either at a job or on a ship heading to the next job. He learns quickly to enjoy the downtime while it lasts.

5. “‘My mother‘ this, ‘My mother‘ that– let the poor woman rest in peace and stop comparing us!”

6 - Code Kitteh

One Post Forward, Two Posts Back

Old Plans, New Wars

Old Plans, New Wars

I now have over thirty posts in the Draft folder again… and nothing has made it out of that event horizon save Saturday Story Prompts.

They are all still proto-posts, full of rough ideas and a few pictures, but nothing that’s ready to see the light of day. Which means it’s probably time to sit down and start getting serious about the blog again. *rolls up sleeves*

What Came Before

I’ve been working with roughly the same posting schedule since 2010, although there have been plenty of variations. But when you compare plans to reality, most of the categories have fallen significantly short of their yearly goals, in fact only the Saturday Story Prompts have held steady over the years.

So what I’ve been doing obviously isn’t working– time to rethink my battleplans!

Things Yet to Come

I’ve read a lot of good posts on other (more serious) blogs about making sure to keep posts ‘on brand’ and how long they should be and exactly what should be in it. I even played around in ProBlogger’s link gatherum on How to Write Great Blog Content. (Note: this post has almost none of these things.)

After all that reading, I’ve decided to toss the category-specific posting schedule out the window. Instead I’m going to focus on posting once a week on any topic. I’ll also be trying to write ahead so I can pre-schedule the posts until the end of December. Then I’ll loop back and write another weekly post until I hit year-end, continuing until I run out of posts or I run out of days.

Horses and Stories will continue to be posted as they are finished, but I will count them as the weekly post until I manage to get back into the swing of things.

…and no, this doesn’t count as the post for this week! ;) *heads off to evolve a proto-post*

1 - Unquiet Bones

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. No moon means no tides and she can’t bring herself to trust a sea so still.

2. A week ago I retired by accident. I was at the right place at the right time to do a favor for a very rich man and now I’ve got no debts and a trust fund big enough to live modestly on for– well, forever. So now what?

3. Dragons love base metals as well as precious, a master tinsmith’s work is just as honored a gift as a goldsmith– it’s the artistry that draws their eye first.

4. The clouds are like layer cakes, fluffy white interspersed with a bright crystal blue, and they dive through them recklessly. Each wingbeat kicks off tiny windstorms that trail in their wake, down, down until they are brushing the tops of the trees.

5. Transporters have too many moral dilemmas attached, so they stay inanimate-only.. at least until the war.

1 - Unquiet Bones

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Magic is abundant, but useless. It litters the landscape with faded auras that sparkle when the moon is full… and not much else.

2. “Better sorry than safe!” was her favorite phrase and she fully expected it to be carved into a tombstone long before she hit old age.

3. They dig tribute rivers to the sea, draining lakes and ponds in their quest to calm the Deep Mother’s hunger for her children.

4. Watching the fire turn my childhood to ash was the closest I’ve ever come to being happy.

5. Tomorrow, yesterday– empty constructs that fall away as the days roll by, each one a perfect twin of the one before. For a while he slips into the hallucination that he’s living the same day over and over, but there are subtle variations in Purgatory, once he learns where to look.

1 - Unquiet Bones

Saturday Story Prompts

Saturday Story Prompts

1. Space is vast and empty and boring… but so is Earth, if you look at it right.

2. Horses only come in sandy chestnut here, the first herd was too small for the other colors to survive the rains. So she dreams in bays and grays and palominos… and wonders how mad her uncle would get if she ‘borrowed’ his hair dye.

3. Cold weather rolls down from the mountains and pools in the valley until the weather witch rolls up her sleeves and knots up the winds to the river.

4. Keeping college students as pets amuses her for a while, but they’ve no respect for antiquity– their lives revolve around finals and midterms. She settles on history-themed graduate students instead and torments them with insights she couldn’t possibly know… that all turn out to be true when they dig.

5. Deacon is less intimidating in person than over the phone, there’s some magic power that keeps him from cussing as loudly (or creatively) when he has to do it to your face.