It's March and it's been chaos and I have lost what's left of my mind.
First, I've been stressing about testing and competition, but the good news is I passed my level 2 tests, and while I lost the ability to use my legs and fucked up all my jumps, I still managed to place 11th in my first competition in my category (3rd in my age group). Ice dance went okay, and we placed 4th overall, and first in our age group (tbf, we were the only ones in our age group.)
ANYWAY, I'm now shattered and very broke.
Some pictures! One that I had to turn into a meme because my mid-spin expression was hilarious.
and another of me in the kiss and cry after my single skate. My skate pal Anna made the dress and I absolutely love what she did.
In other news that involves writing, my story GODSKIN came out in Strange Horizons! I am absolutely stoked because that is one hella hard market to crack and I've only been trying for like, a decade.
Read it online, free of charge.
“Dead gods,” says Aunte Gull as she heaves the shimmering nets, “are almost as useless as live ones.”
We work together, numb to the sea cold. We haul our catch back to shore, and I save my breath for work, knowing my aunte’s way of speaking. She is weighing up what to say and none of it will be the kind of thing I should repeat. There is a reason no one has taken Gull as a wife, even as a second or third. She is too much herself, and learned too late to keep her tongue still.
I've also got a few stories on hold, or sold, and I'll talk more about them when I can.
In the meantime, I've begun the March story. It has all of 350 words, but they're words, so I'll take it. :D
Here's the March Writing Prompt, slightly delayed...
A story about a murder told from the pov of a place or setting - it could be horror, SF, fantastical, utterly surreal and weird, but the place is the most important character in the story.
Place is a loose term - it could be a city, a room, a submarine, a space ship, a well... I mean, Neil Gaiman had Fiddlers Green, so don't limit your imagination.