tucked into a corner

A Small Announcement: Introducing Ravens in the Attic

Hello again! Nice to see you.

Since I dropped by last week to describe some of the changes taking place ’round here, I thought I may as well update you on a new venture I’ve begun working on – it’s going to be linked up through the new site.

Ravens in the Attic is my new literary magazine which is a paying market for literature which deals with Gothic themes or motifs. If you pop on over to the…

Hello.

Been a while.

A couple of years ago I quit my blog Tucked Into a Corner for a SquareSpace page – well, I came to the realization that I really, really, really don’t like SquareSpace. I don’t find it as easy to use or as intuitive as WordPress.

With that in mind, I’ve begun cleaning up two blogs (and eight years worth of content!) and moving them back to WordPress.

Meet my new blog: Write…

An Update, An Announcement

Hello.

Been a while. Did you cut your hair? I haven’t blogged on here in ages, and you might have noticed posts disappearing from here. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what I want to do with writing, and crafting, and blogging, and the whole nine yards. I thought, after finally making plans, I’d come by here to discuss some of that with you.

Firstly, I’m going to keep diminishing the…

beat + vague + party

i don’t want to be party to all that you want me to be, ever.   miss a beat in the main point, tell me how i could be. vague terms; confused.   ignore my way of thinking; shut down argument and go on your way.

No, I didn’t write another book. Not yet. Instead, Intangible is my new series on Channillo, a sort of web serial thing in which the creators are supported by the payments made on series subscriptions. To date, I’ve released three poems there. The first is a short piece called measure by measure and ponders the ways in which a person wrangles themselves to “suit” the others around them. You can…

fret + circle + cute

fret over the minute, then return to the bigger picture. by the fireplace, a cat sleeps contently, cutely curled into a circle. the warmth from the fire brushes the hearth, fills the room and softens the winter atmosphere.

fun + sun + crank

sun glows neon-bright in the midday sky. this time of year, it’s not warm.   beams of light ripple through trees; trying to capture the image is fun.   later, i crank the lever on a wishing well and toss some coins back.

Etsy Monday: Doctor Who Quote Prints

Ooh dear. Last week I really dropped the ball here. In all honesty though, I got a bit sidetracked. My boss requested a catch-up to discuss my goals and so forth, since I was on a temp contract. The long and short of it is, they’re offering me a permanent role with the company. We also had some Very Bad, Horrible, Not Good Weather. That got distracting. Anyway, this weekend past I had an hour or…

Monday Book Review: A Deadly Berry Welcome

A Deadly Berry Welcome by A.R. Winters. Kylie Berry has never quite been her own person: she’s always been defined by a relation to someone else, so when the chance to work in her cousin’s eatery comes up, she takes it. When her husband turns out to be a total dillweed, she packs her suitcase and gets out of town. The catch is… her cousin is selling up, along with the building. Somehow, Kylie…

sometimes, she likes to sit still. the invisible girl counts it as a sort of victory to sit still at the end of a long day, or a series of long days that have collapsed into each other. she sits quietly, sedately, and drinks tea, idly whirling the teaspoon through the mug and letting a whirlpool form just below the surface. it’s the perfect way for her to demonstrate what goes on in her mind, if…

lady + highlights + explore

they try to tell me that a true lady stays still. she doesn’t explore. i choose to shove this aside, run through the best of a new adventure, and make a highlights display later. they don’t think a lady should be her own person.

don’t blink

a quartet of shadow-monsters approach, tall and whispery and faceless. they make no sound beyond soft rustles, and vanish from the periphery of the eye just as you’re turning to look. there’s a micro-pause, and the invisible girl holds out her hand to you, grinning madly. she wants to run, you can see it in her eyes, the twitch of her other hand as if some unseen string is pulling her away and…

temptation + relapse + micro

there’s micro temptation in each way you create chaos here. carrot and the stick: i want to come back, to relapse. really shouldn’t. maybe you could close yourself off for a day or two, let the dust clear, leave me be – i refuse.

worship + goddess + inefficient

clumsy hands move to light a line of candles, all shrouded in shadow.   movements are slow, and inefficient. the goddess will not be pleased yet.   she waits for a sign, ready to demonstrate her worship, and falters.

the invisible girl draws a thin coat around herself. it’s been raining, and it would be cold if it weren’t for the fact that the sun now beats down on the ground. if she looks hard enough, she’d almost swear that she can see the shimmer of water evaporating. water doesn’t shimmer when it evaporates, she chides herself, and skips over a puddle of water that threatens to reach her anklebones.…

breeze + arrived + identical

one quick breeze has arrived. it skims over the ocean, ruffles the water into peaks that are near-identical. white foam tops the crest before it dissolves, gone in an unseen pattern. on the sand, fish and chip papers rustle.

blush + chance + encounter

there’s blush pink tinting the sky, glowing across too much space to fathom.   a dress is dyed in dark pink which lightens as it dries: it remains unnamed.   it’s gone light, called blush pink, equal to the sky’s tone and all quite by chance.