the deep moans round with many voices

Here is another piece of "Harvest." This is set after Ekanu and Denifar have a screaming argument on the vision island. Here they begin to tentatively make up -- mostly because Denifar is a city boy and very much not into this whole 'nature' thing, and Ekanu is willing to take an indirect approach to hashing out their issues. (300 words)

( Harvest: Downwind )

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Incidentally, what I really wanted to do with this prompt was write up a version of a story Vicky and I brainstormed ten or twelve years ago. It was intended to be a comic -- kind of a teen romantic comedy superhero spoof -- called "Island Girl." The idea is that some kids in the Star Island/Cass Lake community had superpowers and secret identities and served as protectors of the island against various nefarious evil-doers. It was loosely environmental in message, but that wasn't the real point.

The main character was Island Girl, who defended Star Island against the depredations of the Bank Eroder. Her sidekick, Rip Rap, was secretly a kid from the town of Cass Lake who worked at the Sailstar Marina, and the Bank Eroder (in his civilian identity) worked as a clerk at Teals grocery store. Another girl (we were never sure whether she was an islander, a mainlander, or somebody who frequented one of the mainland resorts) went by Lady Windigo, and would sometimes work with Island Girl and sometimes work with the Bank Eroder, depending on her whim.

Island Girl's grandfather had been a hero in his youth, who went by the moniker Trail Maintenance. He had fought the Litterbug, who later reformed and married him; she was Island Girl's grandmother. Following in her grandparents' romantically troubled footsteps, Island Girl had a crush on the civilian identities of both Rip Rap and the Bank Eroder, but she didn't know that they were her sidekick and her nemesis. I think Lady Windigo might have known (and she and Island Girl did know each other's civilian identities), but because Lady Windigo was playing her own game, she basically sat back and laughed at Island Girl's romantic mishaps.

Vicky did some character designs at one point -- they mostly involved bathing suits and domino masks, with beach towels for capes -- but we never really worked out a plot and she got bored of comics, so nothing ever came of the scenario. Which is a pity; it was awfully cute, in a doofy way.

Anyway, I wanted to write about that, but it requires too much explanation for 15 minutes. Maybe some other day. *grin*

I seem to be writing the last third of "Harvest" in bits and pieces loosely inspired by 15_minute_fic words. I suppose there are worse ways to finish a story?

This is near the start of the vision quest Denifar is sent on by his fellow mechanists, which Ekanu has finagled her way into -- ostensibly to keep him serious, but really so they'll be forced to talk about their imploding relationship without being able to run away from each other or use other people as distractions. (400 words)

( Harvest: The Comforts of Home )

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In real life news, I need to get more sleep. Because I was tired and not thinking very clearly, I wrote a note on the daily list at work which was intended as a note to myself and therefore couched in the slightly disparaging "Do this, you idiot!" tone I use when reminding myself of assigned tasks. (I am not sure when I adopted that tone when addressing myself, but I am very unreliable about anything not directly work-related, so the disparagement is justified.) The trouble was, I wrote nothing to show that the note was intended for me rather than my coworkers, and I wrote it on the shared public worksheet rather than a sheet of scrap paper in my own box.

AO quite reasonably took umbrage (in a polite way, because she is a sweetheart) at what she saw as me ordering my coworkers around as if they were misbehaving toddlers.

*wince*

So I wrote her an apology, and will apologize verbally Tuesday during work. And from now on, I will keep my self-directed notes to myself, and make sure to watch the tone of anything I write for general consumption.

Joining 15_minute_fic was clearly one of my better recent ideas, because look! I wrote something, and it's finished. I grant you, it's clearly part of a much longer story, but still. Writing is good.

( Harvest: Island Dreams )

This is an excerpt from "Harvest," my ever-growing story about Ekanu and Denifar's disastrous attempt at a romantic relationship. "Shaelin and the Rainbow" occurs several months after Ekanu arrived in Ileara to meet Denifar, and nearly two months after they began having sex. (Lya-Lya, who tells the folktale, is one of Ekanu's temporary students.)

A very rough draft of the first half of "Harvest" can be found here, and another snippet from the second half ("Harvest: Swarm") is here.

( Harvest: Shaelin and the Rainbow )

To be continued...

This is a future piece of Harvest, my longest Ekanu story to date. It doesn't directly follow part 1, but will be part of the finished story -- though probably in an edited form.

( Harvest: Swarm )