In Which Homework is Horrible

Prompt: Pick a tweet from a friend and find a way to incorporate all words into your scene

Long story short, Not much writing happened this week. If you follow me on other social media you will know that I was on an observing trip and thus spent a lot of time taking data with a big telescope. As a result of that, I came back to reality and was swamped with homework. So although I have a great tweet from a friend that I really want to work with, here is a short snippet from what I worked on while taking ten minute exposures of galaxies. (And I'll include a picture of a galaxy at the end)

Favourite writing from this week: 

“Copper I can do.”

“Do what?” Nadir asked.

“Just watch.” Spades pushed back her sleeves and pressed a hand against the wall. She was motionless for a few seconds before shaking her head. She then reached into her pouch and pulled out a couple seeds which she then pressed into the wall. Now as she concentrated her powers, vines began to grow and spread along the wall.

The others watched in amazement as the vines crawled along the wall, to the ceiling, and over the canyon. Some branches even grew grapes. But then it reached the broken wire on the other side and grabbed hold.

Spades pulled her hand away. She took a deep breath, recentering herself, and then grabbed the vine with both hands. The green faded to black and then toward metallic as the plant became copper, shining faintly in the ambient light.

Snapshot of the Stars

Prompt: Write a scene inspired by something a character cannot see

I'm on a mountain observing this week, so I have been mainly editing instead of writing. Have a short snapshot written at nearly midnight.

Favourite writing from this week: 

She stood in the dome, forearms rested on the ledge. The glow from the setting star was fading from the sky, the colours a gentle gradient. The wind was picking up, she shivered, but it was keeping the clouds away. She turned from the sky to admire the instrument behind her. The large mirror of the telescope was nearly fifty metres across,
It was hers now. Not exclusively, but she was in charge of what it was used for, and who used it. It also meant she could come up here whenever the mood struck. And it struck often.
How could it not when surrounded by the stars? She may not be able to see the distant galaxies without the aid of the telescope, but even knowing it was there ignited a spark of inspiration.
Maybe it wasn't the same as boldly going, but seeing all those different worlds was almost as exciting Someday they would hear back form the explorers out there. Someday they would know what it was like to play ping pong on Catullia.
But today, tonight, she would know what distant galaxies looked like ten billion years ago, she would know their star population. The work she did tonight may even one day help unlock the even less tangible mysteries of the universe. It wasn't a bad career.

One, Two, Three Slaps

Prompt: Use numbers in an interesting way.

The prompt didn't exactly get fulfilled, but it got me to finally get this chapter out of my head and on to the page. I had tried to avoid writing a torture scene in this short story since I am not good at writing that, but when I skipped it my beta editor kept getting really confused by what I had envisioned. And so with some numbers in there, I got the chapter written. What follows is a snapshot of the chapter.

Favourite writing from this week: 

While he spoke, R took the opportunity to discretely tap the side of her foot three times. They didn't seem to know who she worked for, so she assumed they hadn't disabled her tracker. Perhaps if she kept them talking, her rescuers would find her before anything happened to her.
“And so, as he built his company in the wake of our humiliation, we vowed to seek revenge forever more.”
It seemed it wouldn't be too hard to keep them talking.
“We waited patiently, growing our new business from the ashes of the old. And like a phoenix we have been reborn. Now is our time to seek glorious payback. And from his success, his downfall will be so much sweeter.” The man smiled, staring off into the distance, perhaps seeing a chorus of angels singing his praises.
“Let's get to the plan, Rob,” the second man interrupted the daydream.
“Of course.” He shook his head quickly, as if to shake off the fantasy. “It's quite simple really. We need you to wipe Jerome Cardinal’s identity from the Internet.”
R blinked.
“Well, did you hear me?”
“Yes, I heard you. Sorry, I don't think you realise how difficult that will be.” R was tempted to laugh. Even Q would find it difficult. “Bank statements and credit cards, those are hard, but I can manage. But a person’s entire identity? You know the government has copies of birth certificates, right? Not to mention driver’s licenses, marriage certificates, university enroll--”

“That's enough!”

For want of a TARDIS

Prompt: Take an author photo and write yourself a bio.

It was going to be more serious, but this week has been too serious by far. So here is the fun.




















Jennifer is on her way to becoming a professional astronomer who can make you call her Doctor even though she lacks a blue box that travels in time and space. If she had one, she might have more time to do her homework while writing, making youtube videos, and sleeping.

She also enjoys baking to forget about deadlines, swimming to forget deadlines, and pretending to be a fantasy warrior queen despite only having four crowns (okay, maybe that is more than normal) and being terrible at archery.

Favourite writing from this week: 

Stealthily, they stole down the hallway, passing a few different doors to large storage rooms. Listening to the minion in his ear, Q kept walking and lead them up to the top floor, where there was a guard. It was also another clue that this was not a professional group.

The man was dressed in business casual, leaning back in his chair, and watching something on his phone with one earbud in. Q and Casper exchanged raised eyebrows before the former shot a dart into the man’s neck. He barely had time to register surprise before losing his balance and toppling backwards. Q winced as the phone shattered on the concrete. Although, he glanced down as they walked past, serves him right for not having a case on an iphone. The door he had been in front of was the one they wanted. Even if the GPS hadn’t told them, the faint light coming from under the door indicated that something was going on inside.

Glaring at the Moon

Prompt: A character realizes something as they look up at the night sky.

I completely thought that this prompt would be applied to my nanowrimo story. They are approaching a time limit that is marked by a sunset. However, apparently that story did not want to be written this weekend. So this morning I tried to fit it into my other new story. (If you are counting, that is three that are currently in progress.)

Somehow that turned into a plot point that seems like it will add two chapters to the story I thought would only have one chapter. Well, you can't deny the muses when they want something. And so below is the night sky and the turning point of this story.

Favourite writing from this week: 

His branch could alter nearly every digital record, but they could not add people into every yearbook in print and if one looked close enough, discrepancies could be found.
Although the hackers had not determined true identities of the agents, a correct guess had been made to connect them to MI6 and they put phase two of their plan into action. So while Scotland Yard prosecuted the ones who had been in the bank for robbery and arson, Q tasked a group to trace the hackers in the digital world
They were found surprisingly fast. Q called back the agents and told his staff to go home. R volunteered to accompany the police when they collected the hackers to pick up their equipment. Even Q went home then.
The night was warm and clear so he took the opportunity to take a late night stroll in the local park. Under the crescent moon, he could feel his muscles relax, the tension fade away.
Only then he felt his phone vibrate. He would have ignored it if it wasn’t morse code for SOS. Well shit. He pulled up the alert. It came from R. He glared up at the night sky, daring it to tell him it was not as he feared.