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I am so excited to share that, as a part of my masters program, I have created a Discord community space for any writers, filmmakers, or other creators interested in retelling or adapting public domain stories—and anyone curious in exploring these sort of retellings is welcome to join: https://discord.gg/BNm4aDNzCN (and don’t worry if this is your first time using Discord—there is a channel dedicated to learning the basics of Discord!)

Over the summer, I will be sharing additional resources in this Discord server to help structure different ways to think about retellings—especially as a way to interact with the public domain canon and consider how retellings can be a form of counternarratives that share the identities, experiences, and stories that have historically not been told or shared.

Please feel free to reach out if you have any questions—and I would love to see you there ✨

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For day 19, I bring you My Read Children, by Jo Walton. 

(this cover is not the US one, obviously, but look at it! It’s so cool!) 

Jo Walton is a fantastic writer, and I recommend everything she’s written. She has a lot of range, and does stuff that straddles the line between fantasy and literary fiction, and also, Among Others is responsible for getting me into LeGuin and Delany, as well as starting a book club with @higgsboshark​ . Maybe we’ll start that up again, but not at a white-dude-bro-bar. What do you think, Q? 

Anyway, My Real Children is about a woman named Patricia Cowen who is an old lady with memory issues. She’s in an assisted living situation, and her children come to visit her. Only, sometimes it’s different children. Sometimes she remembers one life, and sometimes another. As her memory flits between two possible pasts, we get some gorgeous writing, wonderful characters, and intriguing alternative history. Also, Patricia is queer. In one timeline, she marries a dude, and in another, a lady. 

Happy Monday, everyone! We at Duck Prints Press (the fan-writer run indie Press that publishes the original work of fan creators!) celebrating coming off the first weekend of our stellar Kickstarter launch for Aim For The Heart: Queer Fanworks Inspired by Alexandre Dumas’s “The Three Musketeers” – 68% funded in four days! There’s a lot of campaign to go, though – we’re running through July 15th, 2023, and not only are we expecting to hit our initial goal of $8,000, we’re optimistic that, with your help (by backing, by signal boosting, by telling your friends about the campaign, etc.), we might even reach our first stretch goal of $12,000!

Every day between now and the end of the campaign, we’ll be focusing on another contributor. Today, let’s met author Sage Mooreland!

Glass Hearts by Sage Mooreland

About the Author: Sage Mooreland (they/them) is a city-dwelling gremlin from Chicago. They are embarking on the adventure that is their 40s equipped with three amazing partners, one very ridiculous eighteen-year-old biological offspring, and a fleet of teenagers and twentysomethings that adopted them through work over the last several years. Sage put themselves through the torture of grad school, and now holds a Bachelor’s in English and a Master’s in English and Creative Writing – Fiction, to which they say, “Now I have expensive pieces of paper that make it seem like I know what I’m talking about.”

Sage has been writing since they were wee small, entering their first writing contest in fifth grade/at ten years old. In high school and college, they made small offerings to school literary magazines, and have done eighteen years of National Novel Writing Month. As their writing career grows, they hope to provide stories that are entertaining, caring, inclusive of all, and full of the stuff of which dreams are made.

Story Teasers:

Athos leaned against the wall of the high rise across the street from his destination, trying to catch his breath. He was bleeding from too many places to count—many of the wounds were superficial, but a few were deep and concerning. He had to get them bandaged or he was going to be in serious trouble. Standing across the street from help would be a stupid place to bleed out, even if it would be vaguely satisfying to get blood all over the pavement of one of Chicago’s wealthiest neighborhoods.

He watched a while longer; the lights inside the house created a faint glow he could see even through closed blinds. The occasional shadow told him that someonewas home. He refused to consider that he was looking at a second ambush. They had to be there, safe and sound, or all of this had been for absolutely nothing. Athos took a deep breath. Standing here—well, leaning here—wasn’t getting him anywhere, and he’d watched long enough to be sure he hadn’t been followed. He forced himself upright and carefully crossed the street, climbed the stairs, and rang the bell.

Tags: alcohol use (casual), alternate universe, be gay do crimes, blackmail, car chase, character injury (graphic descriptions), Chicago, established relationship, guns, hacker, m/m, m/m/m (past), modern, past tense, pov third person limited, reunion, teasing, undercover, united states of america, violence (non-graphic descriptions)

“ Once upon a dream , Humans live in harmony with Starkind.

As time passed , though , humanity grew to fear these celestial beings.

Fear turned to rage, and rage quickly led to war.

Naturally, something had to be done , so the astralfolk fought for their lives.

The cosmos themselves were released upon humanity , but were soon contained underground just as it's catalysts were.

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!

Rules: share the last line you wrote, then tag as many people as there are words.

From The American Icarus: Volume I:

The candle before me seemed to echo that fireplace, burning with a quiet passion against the odd streaks of moonlight and darkness otherwise.

Oof, 23?? Well, here goes:

Happy Millennium Saga Monday!! Word count: 490 Content warnings: N/A (shoot me a message or ask if I missed one!) POV: Dusk In which Lakia hides something, and Dusk trips up.

Lakia's question isn’t aimed at me like her curiosity.

Instead, it’s aimed at Tieling.

“How long’s the ride?”