Deconstruction Roundup for May 20th, 2016

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, who is playing catch-up with some elements at work.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
  2. To let people who can’t comment elsewhere have a place to comment.
  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Ana Mardoll: Ana Mardoll’s Ramblings

Fred Clark: Slacktivist

Froborr: Jed A. Blue

InsertAuthorHere: Um… InsertAuthorHere

Philip Sandifer: Eruditorium Press

Ross: A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

RubyTea: Heathen Critique

Vaka Rangi: Vaka Rangi

Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

Let us know, please, if there are errors in the post. Or if you don’t want to be included. Or if there’s someone who you think should be included, which includes you. We can use more content. Or if you’ve encountered a cat in the road who seems to have big plans for your life. Or for any other reason, really.

Nerilka’s Story: At The Bottom Of The Night

Last chapters, Nerilka found a new home in Ruatha, helping create lifesaving serum and taking on many of the tasks of keeping the Hold running with its skeleton crew. Nerilka seems ready to make her home at Ruatha, and might be ready to admit to herself that she has feelings for Alessan, even though she’s convinced that she’s not pretty enough for him to notice. The tragedy of Moreta happened at the end, sending Oklina and Alessan both into very strong grief. It is here we pick up again…

Nerilka’s Story: Chapters X, XI, and XII: Content Notes: PATRIARCHY, abandonment, sexual pressure,

(3.24.43-4.23.43, then 3.11.1553 Interval)

Chapter X starts with the aftermath – B’lerion mentioning new rules and discipline imposed on riders to avoid a repetition of the issue, Tirone’s Ballad of Moreta’s Ride being altered, at the insistence of the Weyrleaders, so that Moreta is on Orlith, rather than Holth, and Desdra telling Nerilka about the secret of draconic time travel as the explanation of why things didn’t add up on the serum distribution. Telgar Weyr suffers an undisclosed punishment because the other Weyrwomen are convinced that Telgar’s actions caused Moreta’s death.

And then there’s Alessan. Who comes out of his fellis-induced sleep extremely unhappy at being drugged and without any sort of lessening of his grief. He wishes that he had been chosen as a dragonrider, so that he could just commit suicide, instead of having to live on, entirely aware that Rill will be one of many people tasked with making sure he stays alive.

Which pisses Nerilka off royally.

“You may not want to live, Lord Holder of Ruatha, but you don’t have the right to die!”
“Ruatha is no longer sufficient reason for me to live!” he told me in a bitter, intense, angry voice. “It’s tried to kill me once already.”
“And you have fought to save it. No one else could have done so much, with so much honor and dignity.”
[Alessan remains unconvinced…]
“As your holder, Lord Alessan, I require that you have an heir of your Blood to leave behind you.” I surprised myself with the vehemence in my voice, and he frowned as he looked up at me. “Unless you want Fort or Tillek or Crom Blood to hold Ruatha at your defection. Then I’ll mix the fellis for you and you can quit!”
“A bargain, then.” With a quickness I hadn’t expected from a man lying abed so wracked and spent with grief, he was upright, extending an implacable hand to me. “When you are with child, Nerilka, I’ll drink that cup.”
I stared back at him, aghast that my rallying words had evoked such a response from him, stunned that he misconstrued what I had said and applied it personally to me. Then I realized he knew my name.

Busted. It appears that the disguise that Nerilka thought was excellent wasn’t fooling anyone with a reason to know who she was. And now she’s blundered into a deal with Alessan to have his kid before he exits the mortal plane.

Alessan tries to convince her that it’s a sound idea, Nerilka won’t believe that and asks Alessan how he knew (Suriana, it turns out, sketched Nerilka with regularity while alive. Perhaps the idea that they had a crush on each other is not so far out of the team of possibility?)

Then there’s this:

Then he snapped his fingers impatiently. “Come, girl, it is not so bad a bargain, to be undisputed Lady Holder of Ruatha, and no Lord to abuse you forever. You can’t be afraid of me? I never beat Suriana. Surely she told you that I was a good husband to her.”

Pern. The kind of place where men expect cookies for not being assholes. And the kind of place where after making what is essentially a suicide pact, a man expects to have sex with the woman he made it with. Alessan is apparently persuasive at this, and Nerilka would have had sex with him, were it not for Tuero entering.

The more we learn about the culture of the Holders, the more I’m wondering whether this is supposed to be either a parody or someone trying to out-Gor Gor. Because this entire setup of “men do whatever they want with the women in their life” just doesn’t seem sustainable.

Anyway, Alessan goes to the business of the Hold with renewed energy, surprising everyone, who think he’s taken a turn for the better, instead of trying to get his affairs in order to pass on the Hold. The matters of state take time and effort and are pretty successful, including Alessan announcing that Tolocamp gave his blessing for Nerilka to be his wife. Well, not really.

Much later, I came across that roll, wedged in the back of a coffer. Tolocamp’s actual words were: “If she is there, take her. She is no longer kin of mine.” Alessan need not have spared my feelings, but it proved in yet another way that an essential goodness of spirit was imprisoned behind that emotionless facade.

Later on, after events that we’ll talk about in a bit, Tolocamp sends this blessing:

“Ruatha Hold swallows all my women, and if Nerilka prefers Ruathan hospitality to move, this is the end of her as my daughter.”

DARK HELMET: How many assholes do we have on this ship, anyway?
[BRIDGE CREW all jump to their feet and raise a hand]
BRIDGE CREW: YO!
DARK HELMET: I knew it! I’m surrounded by assholes!

And so you are, Nerilka, and always have been. Tolocamp is apparently so incensed at the idea of his daughter doing anything at all that he’s willing to disown his daughter, which might be even a few steps beyond Yanus’s constant physical abuse to Menolly, although it’s been pretty heavily implied that Tolocamp beat his children that much as well. If Tolocamp is supposed to be a comparison to Yanus, with Yanus coming out as the tame one, well, that’s just a sign of how absolutely screwed up things are on the planet.

Everyone else is surprised at this revelation of “Rill” actually being a prestigious daughter of Fort. And Alessan basically rushes them into the marriage right afterward, since there is a Harper and witnesses present. Oklina is concerned that there won’t be a ceremony or celebration or anything else for Nerilka, but Alessan convinced her that they don’t have the money to spare, and so Alessan gives Nerilka “a gold marriage mark from his pouch and repeated the formal request that I become his Lady Holder and wife, mother of his issue and honored before all others in Ruatha Hold.”

Of course the marriage vow explicitly says that Nerilka’s duty is to be wife and mother and put on a pedestal. Because that’s all that Lord Holders see women as – baby factories and trophies. Unless they’re Searched, then they become companions for dragonriders and mothers and have to stay alive so that more dragons happen. No wonder everyone is so shocked at Fandarel employing women in his Craft – he’s doing something unheard of in the society.

The marriage contact is a coin, interestingly, instead of a jewel, despite the presence of jewels, which arrive along with a small dowry chest full of marks from Uncle Munchaun. It seems like such a thing would be easy to lose or hide, should a Lord Holder decide he wants to step outside his marriage. Then again, from what we’ve seen and heard, it seems like an affair, even one that resulted in children, would be no biggie.

The news of her marriage brings a final satisfactory snark from Nerilka about her previous life.

Uncle added with great satisfaction that Anella had been infuriated by the news, having been certain that I was hiding in a sulk somewhere in the Hold. Finally she had complained bitterly about my continued absence to Tolocamp, who, indeed, hadn’t realized I was missing until that moment.

And is still willing to disown his daughter for having disobeyed him anyway. Tolocamp, you’re more than an asshole, you’re a Platonic form of asshole.

Now properly Lady Holder, Nerilka turns to the business of repopulating Ruatha by absorbing and choosing the holdless and younger sons from other places, rebuilding the supplies through ruthless fiscal management, and falling in love with Alessan, taking some happiness every time she has a period to prove that she won’t have to uphold her end of the bargain. As the day of Oklina’s candidacy approaches, Nerilka and Oklina both have to sew appropriate clothes, and Nerilka thinks she can occasionally see flashes of Alessan’s depression easing. Thus ends Chapter X.

Chapter XI is the day of the Hatching. Everyone in the Ruatha party realizes that this day is going to be sad. As does everyone else in attendance – what would normally be a joyous affair is strongly muted. Not everyone knows that Orlith and Leri had already fulfilled their suicide pact earlier that day, but being on the Hatching Ground is a reminder of Moreta’s premature demise.
As the assembled dignitaries arrive, newly promoted Masterhealer Desdra is with Capiam, the two of them apparently a couple. Anella tries to put as much distance between herself and Nerilka. Then the humming begins, and all eyes are on the dragon eggs as they hatch. Bronzes, blues, and insight into Alessan follow, as Nerilka realizes that if Oklina gets the queen, it would reinforce the pattern of Alessan’s life that loving and caring for things means losing them. When the queen egg hatches, it goes straight for Oklina, who welcomes Hannath with open arms and according to the same formula as all Hatchings have, with a proud declaration of the dragon’s name. Nerilka is overjoyed at this, but it takes Alessan a very long time and a lot of expression of grief and pain before finally opening enough to explain his pain.

And as is customary with books that end with Hatchings (Which is more than a few of them, now that I think about it), there’s the musing on the cyclical nature of life and death, joy and sorrow:

“Today is Oklina’s joy day. Nothing, not even old sorrow, should mar it. Nor, honorable Rill, will I require that cup of you.” We had started down the tiers and he was watching his steps, so he did not see how near I came to tears again with this new pressure of joy in my heart. “There is too much to be done at Ruatha, now we have lost Oklina to the Weyr. I could not have stood in her way as my father did in mine. Now I am relieved that I did not. I had come to Fort Weyr to understand that lives end, and lives begin.”

Which is eminently practical all by itself, but when you’re in the middle of depression, any reason is a good one. And thus, Nerilka’s narrative ends, and all that’s left is for Nerilka to tell us what has happened in the aftermath.

That’s what Chapter XII tells us – G’drel is Weyrleader at Fort, and Wingleader Sh’gall isn’t heard of much, if at all. B’lerion flew Hannath on her first flight, and two sons have been the result of that. Nerilka has been busy in the baby-making department herself, but it’s really creepy the way she describes it:

…for I have fulfilled the first half of my original bargain with Alessan five times: four strong sons and a daughter we have named Moreta. Alessan will not have me overbear, though I keep telling him that I am happiest pregnant and never suffer as others have from being in that condition.

Really? That has a seriously Stepford vibe to me, coming from the daughter that hated being part of the Fort Hold Horde, in a society that still doesn’t seem to have a lot of technology for helping make pregnancies less life-threatening, and that happily derided a woman that was in her Hold mostly for sex and babies, instead of any other reason. I don’t like the implications that babies make strong women more submissive or happy about being pregnant.
The children, apparently, are thawing Alessan with their antics, especially the daughter, and so he’s slowly starting to come back to enjoy races and humor, and his wife. They’re well-matched for each other, and Alan publicly acknowledges her contributions and effort, a thing that warms Nerilka’s heart forever, since appreciation is the thing that she’s been wanting for all her life. So the story that started with tragedy ends with happiness, and Nerilka wishes the same happiness to others in the last line of the book. All’s well that ends well, even if the underlying society still clearly has issues that will take generations to deconstruct and then replace, after generations of work to bring awareness.

The appendix offers drawings and maps to give visualizations of where things are and what Holds and Halls might look like in the exterior and interior. They’re not as helpful as one might think, because they don’t really provide a lot of mapping of the internal cave system.

Next, we spin the chronometers back even father in time, all the way back to the very first Pass of the Red Star, to Dragonsdawn.

Deconstruction Roundup for May 13th, 2016

(by the Slacktiverse and others; collected by Silver Adept, who is once again in a staff meeting.)

The point of these posts is threefold:

  1. To let people stay up to date on ongoing deconstructions. (All ones on our list, including finished and stalled ones, here.)
  2. To let people who can’t comment elsewhere have a place to comment.
  3. To let people comment in a place where people who can’t read Disqus can see what they have to say.

Erika M. and Will Wildman: Something Short and Snappy

Fred Clark: Slacktivist

Froborr: Jed A. Blue

InsertAuthorHere: Um… InsertAuthorHere

Philip Sandifer: Eruditorium Press

Ross: A Mind Occasionally Voyaging

RubyTea: Heathen Critique

Vaka Rangi: Vaka Rangi

Silver Adept: Here on The Slacktiverse

Let us know, please, if there are errors in the post. Or if you don’t want to be included. Or if there’s someone who you think should be included, which includes you. We can use more content. Or if you’re completely confused by the presence of a diner that definitely wasn’t there before. Or for any other reason, really.

Nerilka’s Story: Rehashing Older Ground

Last time, Nerilka fled Fort Hold, changed her name, and helped nurse the sick, before being shipped on to Ruatha to help out with the runnerbeast vaccination plan. After a thorough sterilization, we are go for serum creation.

Nerilka’s Story: Chapters VIII and IX: Content Notes: Sexism, judgment based on appearances, low self-esteem

(3.21.43-3.23.43)

Chapter VIII starts with Rill and the two from her previous location working with Alessan, Desdra, and some other men to get all the runners in place and draw off their blood (Sal is a bit squeamish about this), package it into the transports, and then use the makeshift centrifuges to spin out the appropriate serum for collection. Oklina passes through with food at lunch time, where Desdra explains the necessity of nigh-simultaneous inoculation as the way the disease gets stopped from spreading further. After some care of the donor beasts (and a narrative suggestion that Fergal, Dag’s grandson, has feelings for Oklina based on Fergal doing whatever she asks without any of his normal backtalk), Rill, along with everyone else, gets pressed into helping draw off the serum after seeing how Desdra does it once or twice, before being sent back out to run runnerbeasts back and forth to the bloodletting. She keeps her time occupied by figuring out how she would restore Ruatha once everything is done with the plague, a subtle nod to the end of Moreta, where we know that Alessan and Nerilka have gotten married, but that hasn’t happened yet in this story.

As the drums roll in with orders for serum, Alessan explains he needs someone that can accurately list the orders, but Tuero is occupied and can’t be spared.

“Then have Rill do it.” Desdra said bluntly.
“Can you understand drum messages, Rill?” Alessan asked, somewhat surprised. I had been taken so unaware that I couldn’t answer. I had even begun to think that Desdra had not recognized Tolocamp’s daughter in grimy, sweaty, short-haired Rill.
“And probably the codes as well, isn’t that right, Rill?” Desdra was quite ruthless, but at least she did not explain to anyone how she knew so much about my unmentioned skills. “She can fill serum bottles between messages. She needs a bit of sit-down time. She’s been going full pelt for some days now.”

There’s another one of those fun idiomatic phrases, but since there have been mention of sleeping furs, presumably there are pelts from which those furs are made. (Although the origins of how full pelt came to be are interesting and this may have been another choice of language that doesn’t actually synchronize with the society presented.)

Despite having been basically outed, Alessan has too much on his mind to question how Rill, a “drudge who had risen to volunteer healer” knows such things, or why Rill takes over certain duties, like ordering other drudges and explaining things for maximum efficiency, that she had back in Fort out of familiarity. Nerilka admires Alessan’s ceaseless drive and energies, and tries to help Oklina out as much as possible, seeing how much responsibility is falling on her shoulders. This is how Rill describes Oklina:

She wasn’t a pretty girl, which the uncharitable might say was one reason I related to her so easily, for the fair complexion and strong features that became a man suited her no better than my family resemblance suited me. But she was an exceptionally graceful young woman, with a charming smile and great, dark, expressive eyes in which lurked a sort of secret bemusement. I often caught her gazing toward the northwest and wondered if she had fallen in love with some young man. She would make an excellent holder’s wife, young though she was, and I devoutly hoped that Alessan would not require her to remain at Ruatha, but would settle her with a kind and generous man.

She also notes that the work in creating the serum and the prestige of the Ruathan Bloodline won’t hurt, either.

This description is much different than the one that Moreta gave us of Oklina, which told about relationships and her eyes, but not much else, which B’lerion, the shameless flirt, was making eyes at her. If she is as plain as Nerilka claims, then B’lerion is just being a flirt…or he’s trying to find someone who may not have that great of esteem and trying to butter them up for other activities. I’d love to say that this darker interpretation is far-fetched, but this is Pern.

I’m also giving a bit of a side-eye at Nerilka saying that the Ruathan Bloodline will be a benefit, considering her own Bloodline hasn’t apparently been all that helpful in securing suitors, despite being the oldest daughter of Tolocamp. Plus, Pern seems to be all about the prettiness of the ladies, based on Jaxom and others. Although all of the women mentioned so far that haven’t died have all had something preventing them from being declared beautiful. Seems like a bit of an authorial tick, like they didn’t want to write a woman that was both beautiful and talented for fear of the Sue Spectre.

After several days of difficult work, where Rill loses her sense of time, Alessan is able to declare enough serum created to cover everything needed, plus some overage for breaking. He tosses Oklina the cellar key and tells her to take Rill and collect wine for a celebration. There’s mystical Benden white to be had, which Rill had never had, and Oklina asks her to stay on and help rebuild Ruatha, since she’s pretty good at managing the Hold, and Alessan wants some trustworthy people on board. So the trusted few sit down to a celebratory meal, and Nerilka gets flirted at by Alessan, although she tells us that she’s affected pretty heavily by the wine and the happiness of being able to stay at Ruatha.

After dinner, Nerilka goes out with Dag and Fergal to see if one of the mares is going to give birth. After some pleasant conversation about possible marriages and proper assistants, the mare gives birth. Nerilka is now in the right place to rejoin the narrative that Moreta provided, by delivering the news to Tuero and helping both him and Alessan get to bed, while Tuero tries to remember why he knows “Rill”.

Chapter IX begins the next day, with Nerilka continuing to attempt cleanup and organizing others to do the same, before dragons arrive.

As Oklina rushed out to B’lerion with his supplies, I could not help but notice the way the bronze rider’s face lit up as he slipped down his dragon’s side. When she reached him, she halted abruptly to gaze lovingly up at him until, smiling a trifle foolishly himself, he took the serum from her.
I felt a touch on my arm. Desdra stood there with the brace of packaged serum bottles for me to deliver to a rider. “Don’t stare, Rill. It has been sanctioned.”
“I wasn’t staring – not exactly. But she’s so young, and B’lerion has quite a reputation.”
“There’s a queen egg hardening at Fort Weyr.”
“But Oklina’s needed here.”

But Oklina is clearly star-struck by the dragon, and Alessan is willing to send her off. Because he’s not willing to condemn her to a life of rebuilding and getting no excitement or suitors.

This is an interesting insight – Nerilka is leery about this possible situation because she sees the possibility of things going bad for Oklina. We still don’t know what happens to queen candidates that don’t Impress. Maybe she knows more than we do when she says

I chided myself for criticizing my new Lord Holder. What right had I, save that of a concerned friend? But then I was good at seeing the bad side in everything.

After worrying for Oklina’s innocence, Rill tries to calculate the speed at which the dragonriders are delivering serum, and realizes that it’s not physically possible. Desdra knows why, but isn’t telling. After everything is delivered (with the problems raised in Moreta), dinner is delivered – several wherries for the table. And Desdra apologizes.

“You were right to come here, Rill. You were never appreciated at your former Hold. And I’d like to apologize for misconstruing your motive in offering your assistance at the Hall. Youd’ve been a rare, fine help to us there.”
“No, I would not have been allowed,” I said, relieved that Oklina had moved out of earshot. “Here I am my own person, accepted on the strength of my own endeavors. I can be of use here, especially if Oklina-” I paused, not certain what I meant to say.

A neat double meaning on being allowed there. Tolocamp wouldn’t have permitted it, but the Healers also wouldn’t have believed that she had the necessary skill – which makes me wonder whether other professions have the paid students in the same way that the Harper Hall did. And whether those paid students would be looked down on similarly by those in the Craft. Clearly there’s a market for Holder daughters to pick up useful feminine-coded skills so that they become more eligible to men. Who teaches accounting and running the household, though, I wonder. (Assuming it’s not a thing one learns at Mother’s knee while the boys are out learning…whatever they’re learning.) So if Nerilka were to get in to the Craft as an apprentice (which she could, presumably, since Desdra exists), would she have had a Menolly-like journey through the rampant sexism that was present with the Harpers?

We’ll never know. We learn that Campen and Theskin were out looking for Nerilka after she disappeared. Not Tolocamp or Anella, of course, because they still have to stay unredeemably evil.

Next, though, is the tragedy of Moreta and Holth, which Oklina and Alessan both feel happen in their very selves, despite neither being a rider (but both having been Searched, which suggests they have the telepathic gift that riders develop, and both are attuned to Moreta through frequent contact – Alessan through having actually had sex with her on their future trip). The grief is sufficient for Oklina to pass out and Alessan goes basically into a grief rage, while Nerilka tries to stop him from hurting himself during his emotional outburst. And to rekindle her own silent rage against Tolocamp, living in comfort while the world had problems around him.

Desdra manages to get Alessan dosed with fellis to knock him out after Nerilka works out that Alessan and Moreta had been lovers, despite having only been gone an hour of elapsed time. Nerilka asks about it and gets confirmation from Desdra after getting Alessan into his bed (undressing him, no less, before doing so).

Here’s a rather telling element, though, about the world she lives in, right at the end of the chapter.

In all of Pern’s history, no Weyrwoman had become a Lady Holder, though many Lady Holders had become Weyrwoman. Moreta had been nearly to the end of safe childbearing, but Alessan could have taken a wife as well. A Lord Holder could make his own laws within his Hold, especially to secure his Bloodline. Hold girls were raised with that precept firmly implanted in their brains and hearts.
“Oklina’s children were to be fostered here,” Desdra said.
“But that’s not enough with all his losses.”
“You must tell him who you are, Lady Nerilka.”
I shook my head even as I grasped firmly at the thought, at that utterly impossible possibility. He needed someone pretty and appealing, clever and charming, who could rouse him from all the grief he had endured.

Everything flows only one way – Holds to Weyrs. Never the other way. Lessa ran afoul of this particular taboo in trying to control Ruatha after being taken by the Benden Weyrleader. It’s still not clear why there couldn’t be someone as Holder after Weyrleader. Maybe the Holders are afraid they’ll all be taken over by dragonriders? Or that same attitude that shamed Kylara is a more pervasive one about how Weyrpeople shouldn’t mix with Holders.

Also, “safe childbearing age”? The Healers know something about the difficulties of birth and the increased risk of certain conditions if a woman is older than a certain age? How is it that this has survived and other things haven’t?

Also also, Rill continues to remind us of her non-pretty status, because we might make judgments about her based on appearances alone with regard to what we know already happens. Because we haven’t been along for the ride with her this whole time, seeing her do the things she does, the intelligence on display, and the skills she has. All of that would apparently be instantly gone at the merest suggestion that Nerilka had gotten by on her looks. Which shows how little Holders think of women, but that isn’t really being hidden. After all, those in charge of a Hold have absolute power to rule everyone however they like (like Meron saying everyone has to buy and burn coal), and super-absolute power when it comes to boinking by the Lord Holder. (This explains so, so much about Jaxom, Corana, and Sharra.) That every woman has it in their hearts probably means there’s widespread beating going on to ensure that those women don’t question their Lords.

I would like to know the rate in which Lords Holder die under deniable circumstances after they take a woman, get married, or “discipline” a woman for whatever offense. Whether by the woman or by a man who thinks his claim on the woman has been usurped. Fax cannot have been unique, nor Meron.

Chapter IX ends on the immediate aftermath of the Moreta disaster.

Writer Workshop May 11th, 2016

(Posted by chris the cynic)

Those of you who also frequent Ana Mardoll’s Ramblings will find this somewhat familiar.  Here, as there, it was requested that there be a regular post to talk about writing projects (and other artwork-creation). Thus this post exists.

Pencil by Elisa Xyz

What are you working on? How are you feeling about it? What thoughts and/or snippets would you like to share? How does your activism work into your art? What tropes are you hoping to employ and/or avoid? Are there any questions you’d like to ask or frustrations you’d like to vent?  Writing workshop below!

Open Thread: Favorite Foods

(by chris the cynic)

Have any?  If so, what are they?

[As a reminder, open thread prompts are meant to inspire conversation, not stifle it. Have no fear of going off topic for there is no off topic here.]

These two weeks in the Slacktiverse, May 9th, 2016

(posted by chris the cynic; written by members of The Slacktiverse)

The Blogaround

  • chris the cynic wrote:
    • As the lingering effects of the concussion slowly drop away, I’m faced with the task of moving stuff I wrote with pen and paper (I like being able to erase, but pencil simply doesn’t have the staying power of pen) onto the blog.  I was expecting this to start with Life After, since that’s what I spent much of my pen and paper time on, but the Lynnverse felt more compelling.
    • So first we have the things that led to the Lynnverse and the beginnings of how the seed of an idea intended to be used as a throwaway bit in fanfiction matured into into a highly developed original work.  Kind of.  Mostly it’s just a post saying, “This is where it started and there will be more posts about this to come.”
    • Second we have something that I wrote on computer while concussed that was concived of as part of the opening credits of a Lynnverse TV series.  Trouble is, I wrote it at a screen while a screen was sort of kryptonite to me (best guess, I couldn’t find a pen and was afraid I’d forget) so there’s not much detail and it probably doesn’t make much sense.
    • Also there are annual awards (bragging rights and recognition, nothing more) in the Kim Possible fan community with extremely inventive name “fannies” the nomination period is open until the 27th.  I wrote a post about what I’m eligible for (and how to nominate me for it) but I think I’ll be writing another post that’s easier to follow at some later date.  Nominations are open for another three weeks after all.

In Case You Missed This

No submissions this week.

Things You Can Do

No submissions this week.

–Co-authored by the Slacktiverse Community

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