Getting “Primrose” Right

My second Captain America short needed another couple of beats, so those have been added.  Now I can let the Kid from Brooklyn  rest a bit as I tackle other work.  But, I have a feeling he’ll be back.

To read Primrose, click here.

To read the first chapter of this little sage, click here.

Another “Captain America” Short

I decided to stick around with Cap and Agent Phil Coulson’s niece for awhile longer.  They tickled my Heaving Bosom fancy.  How will they get past all the barriers between them?  How will they work through their own deep-seated grief and guilt?  How will they connect when generations separate them?

Fact is, I like these kids, and I’m rooting for them.

To read Primrose, click here.

To read the first chapter of this little sage, click here.

An “Avengers” Short

This summer hasn’t even officially started, but already the movies have given me loads of fan fiction fodder with The Avengers and Snow White and the Huntsman.  More chewy flicks are due to come out in the next few months—my cup runneth over.

This short comes from pondering Steve Rogers’ situation—a decent man redesigned for war and stuck in a time not his own.  Was psychological stamina also part of the Captain America download?  And what’s Agent Phil Coulson’s story?

To read Timeless, click here.

Not-So-Shameless Self-Promotion

Going through my old journals, I discovered a story I’d completely forgotten.  It’s a fantasy/science fiction novella that, for once, is not a piece of fan fiction.  As with Callinda, it needs lots of work, but the first chapter is done enough for me to share.

It was a delight for me to stumble across these old friends and pull them out into the light.  I hope you enjoy this little taste.

To read Part 1 of The Juggler’s Hand, click here.

It’s Done!

The last three chapters and an epilog are now posted—Callinda is finished.

It’s taken me a little over a year to rewrite this story from a draft done while very sick in my bipolar disorder.  It’s a milestone, a dream come true, a harbinger of bigger and better stories to come.

I plan on celebrating with a party.  Invitations will be in the mail.  For you address-anonymous folks out there, who have stuck by me in my quest to see Queen Marapura and Captain Archer through to the end, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  And I’ll raise a glass in your honor.

To read Chapter 26, click here.  To read notes and maps on the story Callinda, click here.  To start at Chapter 1, click here or scroll through the nested files under “Heaving Bosoms” in the banner headline above to find the chapter you want.

Reaching for the Sun

Another day stretching past the limits of surgery.

I walked in the warm water pool at the Y for a half an hour yesterday morning, which felt like Heaven while doing it and a little ouchy afterward.  Advil handled the ouch.  Then I toodled onto the highway and took myself to Panera for another marathon writing session.

I started the final chapter of Callinda, and I think I’ll be crying through the whole thing.  Not because of a depressed, bipolar rockslide, but because of the intensity of what the characters have left to go through.  And by the enormity of this accomplishment.  To finish this novel, finally, after working so hard and overcoming so much is more than huge.  It opens the windows of my psyche and lets in the breeze of possibility.

So, to celebrate I stopped back at the Y on my way home and walked the track.  Because I could.  Because I can.

The Jacket: Polling is Open

This was a fun contest, and I’m honored to have been one of the finalists. Go check out Peg’s site to read all the stories.

Peg-o-Leg's Ramblings

The finalists in The Jacket Writing Competition have been selected.

Boy, howdy this was tough!  I asked a distinguished panel of 3 judges to review the entries for me.  Our criteria was simple: we were looking for an interesting story, told well.  We had consensus on several of the entries, but were widely apart on others.   I debated having a top 10 list, but decided that many was too unwieldy.  In the end I had to resort to taking up strong drink to narrow the field to 6.

Entries are again presented in the order in which I received them.  The Polldaddy poll is below the last entry.  Please vote only once per day until the polls close next Friday, March 30th.

Thank you so much to all who submitted entries!  I hope you had fun – I know that I did.


Name: She’s a Maineiac

Proceed Without Caution

“God,” he sighed…

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Another Bat-Short

Before I take a few days off to have my innards rummaged through, I wanted to post this latest Bat-Romance, Team Player.

How does a couple create a life together out of lies while under unbearable stress?  There’s a reason they are called Super Heroes.

What Gifts, Mania?

What gifts, Mania?  What roads flowing liquid through the dreamscape?  What treasures piled like tart grapes?  What moons shining?

For awhile, mania is a lovely thing.  This time, I am driven to write.  In the past few days, I’ve finished my novel, crafted two short stories, outlined the first few chapters of the next novel, and gathered notes to write at least three more short stories.  I wake up in the morning with scenes and dialog fully formed and spewing from my head.

I come to a resting place, a place where I would usually put the story away and let it percolate in my subconscious for a day or days.  But now, the rest lasts the length of an episode of Mad Men, and I’m back at the computer with the perfect solution, the perfect turn, the perfect word.

I know I’m manic.  I feel the obsessive itch.  To counter it, I push away from the stories and play with my art.  But, there, too, I am flooded with potential.  The cards I make can take me over an hour to assemble.  I made a dozen cards this weekend, all different, all elaborate, all beautiful.

This is the place we of the bipolar persuasion yearn for—this place of making, this effortless disgorging of ideas and images that takes form as something real and whole.   This is the Promised Land and Enlightenment and good Rock ‘N’ Roll all bundled together.  We’ll do anything to stay here.

But, it doesn’t last—not the clear, cool mind, not the ease, not the glee.  Mania shifts into agitation and deepening impulsivity.  It tears away sleep and clouds the mind with grand delusions.

I started buying DVDs on eBay to keep me entertained next week after my surgery.  The mania shoves me to keep buying.  I posted my new stories here.  The mania sends me back ten-fifteen-twenty times a day to look for comments, to look at the photos, to tweak one more word.  Small irritations detonate into rage.

The gifts of mania are the gifts I carry with me always.  My talent for making came with my blue eyes and my German bones.  No shift in brain chemistry opens a door or closes it.  No mood determines my potential.  My inborn gifts come through because I use them.  When I’m manic, I just use them more.

So, I shift, and shift again.  The thoughts will slow from their frenzied pace.  The body will tamp down the fires.  And I will still be a Maker.

Romantic Fiction—Bat-Style

I was unprepared for the wonderful response to the first Batman short story I posted last week.  As I am an adulation whore, I’ve posted the next one, just on the off-chance folks might like it, too.  Misdirection could be considered chapter two of this larger story.

I’ve got a bunch of unconnected scenes and dialog centered around the Kendra Carmichael character that I’m jigsawing together.  There might be a larger story hidden in there somewhere… For now, I’m content to dust the bits off and make shorts out of them.

I’ve also been reading a book called A Billion Wicked Thoughts by Ogi Ogas and Sai Gaddam about research in human desire and sexual attraction.  I want to thank the authors for their work and for giving me wicked thoughts of my own to use in this and future stories.

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