Hi guys. No Free Write today! I was actually expecting to still be doing NaNoWriMo at the moment. But in fact, I won yesterday! So I’ve so far been relishing my last fifteen or so hours of not having to write a ton of words, until I realized that it is a Wednesday and I don’t have a Free Write for you guys. So I hope you’ll forgive me. Free Write will return next week in December with a character window from Everlasting.
In the mean time check out the video I just posted, or maybe go read this comic I was recently linked to called Unsounded by Ashley Cope. An amazing fantasy world with several compelling heroes and some amazing art. If there is one thing to complain about it is, of course, how slowly the comic is created, once you’ve read through the backlog.
Character Windows: Short little pieces of flash fiction that have characters from your novel doing everyday things. I’ll be doing this for my free writing for the foreseeable future. The goal is to help create highly distinct characters for my current ongoing draft of Everlasting.
We’re continuing the last window: Walking down Rodeo Drive! Except that we’re in Everlasting and Rodeo drive doesn’t exist. Instead we have Roal Street, which is the city of Qual’s equivalent. We’ve already seen the street in the prior windows, so this will be more or less a re-hash, except the characters will be focused more on the street itself rather than the theater that resides on it.
Today’s piece is Marla walking down Roal Street. To read Marla’s prior windows click here. Also check below for an announcement regarding Free Writes.
Everlasting Window – Walking down Roal Drive* – Marla
By Nojh Livic
“Excuse me,” Marla murmured quietly. The nicely dressed man, who was looking over the contents of a scroll pad lifted his hand halfway to stall her before he must have realized he didn’t recognize her voice. He spared her a glance, then looked back to the scroll pad.
“Yes?” he asked simply. There was no annoyance in his voice but he obviously considered the contents of his message more important that directly addressing her. Marla was used to it.
“My compatriot purchased these tickets earlier today. We were planning to attend the performance this evening but it appears that the theater has a policy that will not allow us both to attend. Since I wouldn’t wish to deprive anyone of a chance to view the performance, I was hoping to perhaps pass along my tickets to someone at the theater so that they might be re-distributed. You see we are visiting and know very few people in town who could attend to gift the tickets to…” Marla’s voice trailed off. The man she had approached had been off to the side of the theater. He was dressed in a fine coat and slacks, with a ascot that was perhaps slightly out of style enough to suggest that he was likely someone important to the theater, which was why she had approached him. When she started speaking she had extended the tickets Lee had purchased earlier that day for them both out towards the man, in an effort to forestall any protest that she might be hoodwinking him.
Instead of protesting, as she explained her situation, the man had slowly lifted his head away from his scroll pad to peer curiously at Marla. This too was not really unsettling to the automata as she received looks from those who had never seen a humanoid mecha of her particular design or sophistication on an almost regular basis for as long as she cared to recall the memory. What made her trail off was instead how he continued to look at her questioningly as she spoke, like he was fixated on her and not her words. Marla often found it best to simply stop speaking when someone had decided she was more interesting than her intent. It saved effort.
“You wish to see the performance this evening?” the man asked suspiciously, his brows furrowing. He was looking her up and down now, likely only now noting how she had taken the time to wear her finest gown that she had packed for the trip and even some of the new jewelry she had been gifted earlier that day.
Marla quelled a slight laugh, remembering how she had all but pleaded for Lee to purchase tickets. Instead she smiled and nodded her head. “Of course. The is The Operetta. The name says it all, of course. And it is by Leons Swalari. The theater sections of the Parchen Parchment have been raving about it for issues. I was ecstatic to learn there would be a performance while I happened to be in town.” Marla halted herself to keep from gushing information she was sure the man already knew. Marla looked down at the tickets in her gloved hands and her smile turned rather wistful. “But it is not to be.”
The man followed her gaze to the tickets, then looked back up. “And you said theater policy is keeping you from seeing it?” Marla raised an eyebrow. She had assumed the man was some kind of manager but if he didn’t know their policy then perhaps he was just some would be attendee as well.
“Well um, yes. The theater does not allow automata in general seating,” Marla murmured. “I’m sorry but are you apart of the theater staff? I don’t mean to be rude but the show will start soon and I do want to turn these tickets in to them.”
The man smiled for the first time and it evened out the wrinkles in his face in a pleasant fashion. “No please, let me apologize. No I am not theater staff, however I am associated with the performance tonight. I do believe I will be able to help you. Perchance is your compatriot somewhere near by?” Marla hesitated a moment, then nodded, deciding to trust the man. He hadn’t asked for her tickets after-all.
“Yes. One moment,” she said and turned. There was a slowly growing line of people waiting to enter the theater for the ground seats, while a meandering stream of guild-ed and nobility entered the lobby to lounge before ascending to theirs. Lee was hanging out near the line conspicuously, talking animatedly with a few of them, looking out-of-place in the jacket and slacks she had selected for him. He glanced over in her direction after the group began laughing and she made a small wave to him. It took him only a few hips to wander over.
“Hello,” Lee said in greeting to the man, who half bowed. Lee, caught off guard, half bowed as well, offering Marla several side glances.
“Good evening. The lady says you were hoping to escort her to see the show this evening but there are some troubles with the theater. If that is true, I believe I can help you. Please follow me.” Without really waiting for either of them to respond, the man smiled to both of them, turned, and started walking away from the main entrance around the theater. Marla hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the stranger calling her a lady, then shrugged and motioned to Lee. Lee took her arm almost automatically and they began following.
They turned down a wide alley, which in the darkening sky might have made Marla reconsider had it not been Roal drive and had there not already been several other people in obvious staff uniforms bustling about carrying boxes from an awaiting transport into a pair of doors. The staff paused and gave the man a respectable bow, if able, when he passed them, and continued to hold it as Marla and Lee trailed after him. The act had her bewildered. She now had no idea who she had randomly approached and started to slowly work up the urge to ask as he lead them through the back passages of the theater. They arrived at an usher just as Marla thought to interrupt their passage. The usher stood attentively but did not say anything.
“Please escort these two to my seats. I will not be needing them tonight. Also have some complimentary refreshments and utilities sent up while they wait for the performance. Oh also-” he paused and turned, smiling again to Marla and motioned to her. Marla gave him a quizzical look, then remembered the tickets. She held them out. “Please take these to the ticketmaster and with my expressed wish that they be re-circulated tonight.”
Lee gave Marla his hundredth side long glance but Marla had no answer for the unasked question. There was a small chance that he was some noble that she was not familiar with but that seemed unlikely given his age. Yet he obviously commanded some authority as the usher agreed respectively, took the tickets, and waited for them to step forward. Marla made Lee wait to address the man instead.
“Thank you,” she said but the man waved his hand slightly.
“No thanks needed. We shall see each other after the performance, I would hope. Please let me know your thoughts and feelings then? I have a few other things to attend to now, however. So enjoy yourselves. Madam. Sir.” He turned on his heels and strode back the way he came. Left with nothing else to do, Marla and Lee were escorted to the man’s seats, which turned out, much to her astonishment, to be a private viewing balcony. Lee gaped slightly, letting go of Marla to walk to the lip of the balcony and look over it, then began to marvel at the optics attached which hung from the wall to allow for a better viewing of the stage area. When he discovered the sounding tubes in the walls, he began babbling excitedly, climbing down to his hands and knees to examine them. Thankfully the usher took this all in stride, letting Marla save face by ignoring him.
“Will there be anything else?” the usher asked politely.
“Um. Yes. A question. Who was that man? The one who asked you to escort us?” Marla decided to ask.
The usher managed not to not even raise an eyebrow but answered calmly. “Mister Leons Swalari, lady.”
Marla paused, nodded to dismiss the usher, then settled herself into a chair to relax. She smiled to herself as she waited for the performance to begin.
Okay so you might have noticed that the title didn’t really fit. That is because this window is a catch up of Marla’s prior window, which you can read here. It is actually the equivalent of Marla buying a theater ticket, while the prior story is Marla’s walking down Roal street. They keep continuity with each other so you might want to read the prior window before reading this one. Which might be too late. Sorry. So in regards to this window I felt like I learned a little bit about Marla but I was swept up a bit more in the story I think. We see a bit of contrast between Marla and Lee here. For example Marla is the more out-going character, being the one who wants to return the tickets. She isn’t asking for her money back either. We also see she takes a very passive stance to discrimination. I’ll likely have to develop that further in some way.
Announcement! Free writes will be suspended for the month of November as I focus on NaNoWriMo. You should be getting nearly daily updates from me in regards to NaNoWriMo, plus Weird Words will continue to post every friday, so I don’t think you guys will be starving for content. Free Writes should resume in December however, assuming NaNo doesn’t kill me. Wish me luck!
Welcome to A Singularity, a single point which collects anything that is unique, odd, or just plain interesting.
A Singularity is now officially two years old and honestly, it feels far longer and shorter at the same time. I remember getting this place up and going and that seems so long ago. And yet when I think about all the things I’ve done for the site, all the changes it has gone through, they seem to run together like they just happened yesterday. A Singularity been something of a surprising success for me. While it has achieved (and not achieved several unexpected things, and the quality and rate of content has varied significantly over time, I’m still astounded and proud to have kept a website running for two solid years with regular original and shared content.
As for the future, time will tell. Experiments with other social media have proven to me that this site is still my favorite in terms of sharing my own original content, so there is no worry there. What kind of content this site delivers will, of course, always be subject to change. For now Weird Words, Free Write, and the occasional Writing Time, Comic Links, and Comic suggestions will continue to come out as much as possible, along with the odd article or shared video or item as time allows. A makeover is wanted and may eventually be implemented one of these days so look forward to that. Better integration with social media sites like Twitter and Tumblr may happen but as always, I will make direct reading and RSS/Atom feeds my primary concern for distribution. I have some other ideas cooking in my head but, of course, there is only so much time in the day, and so much writing, working, and gaming to get done. Maybe one of these days I’ll be able to free myself of one of these vices!
Until then I want to thank you so much for reading my site. I, of course, welcome all comments and commentary (that isn’t spam) on anything I post, including suggestions for improving the site in some way shape or form.
- To catch sight of; to perceive with the eyes; to discover, as a distant object partly concealed, or not obvious to notice; to see at a glance; to discern unexpectedly; to spy; as, to espy land; to espy a man in a crowd.
- To inspect narrowly; to examine and keep watch upon; to watch; to observe.
- To look or search narrowly; to look about; to watch; to take notice; to spy.
Used in a sentence:
- She leaned in close to the circuitry, espying the loose wire that was keeping the entire contraption from exploding right in her face.
So here is a word that is actually a word, that I will likely never use. Why? Because spy works just as well for everything espy does. Okay I take that back. I totally could see using espy to fill out the grammar of a haughty know-it-all, or a character that is out of touch with modern language. So I do have a use for it. Espy likely was used before spy and it wouldn’t surprise me if it was one of the words Webster decided was too British and therefor lopped off the e to make the American version of spy. Or some other strange tale of why spy encompasses everything espy means.
- To place in a secure environment
- To settle comfortably
Used in a sentence:
- The trinket could be no further ensconced than in the fingers of the little girl.
I like this word because of its pronunciation and its meaning. It is somewhat archaic which gives it a intelligent connotation or an old fantastical feeling. I would expect to hear this from the lips of Bilbo or a Lannister.
There is now officially 1000 posts of A Singularity content for you to read. This post is not the 1000 post. It was actually the prior post, Free Write #17: Nemesis, which seems very fitting to me, considering this blog was have founded on the idea of sharing my trails of learning how to write fiction.
Also, in case you didn’t notice, Free Write has returned! For those of you not aware, Free Write is my attempt at daily writing. Just small pieces of flash fiction where I write out whatever comes out of my head, edit it up into something vaguely worth sharing with the world. Today’s Free Write I think is rather adorable and worth checking it.
I spent all last night editing several of the free write stories I had left over from last year. Expect them about once a week now on Wednesdays. If I get into the habit like I am planning, you may see additional stories on Mondays as well.
As always, if you’re interested in more than just writing content, A Singularity has a Tumblr which posts random stuff found throughout the internet. Summary posts here will be implemented soon, hopefully.
So as I mentioned before, A Singularity is going to be undergoing changes. Starting today, there will no longer be regular content on A Singularity. Instead daily random stuff found on the internet shall be collected on A Singularity’s Tumblr!
There is already content there waiting to be looked at. Here is the RSS feed for the Tumblr site. The Tumblr site still acts as a repeater for the main A Singularity website. For those of you who don’t want multi-daily updates, at some point in the near future I’ll start posting summary posts which collect all the unique Tumblr posts from the past week into one entry for your pursing.
Not all content will be disappearing. Weird Words, Comic Links, Writing Time, and the occasional random article will still be appearing here on A Singularity. Also look forward to the revamping of Free Writing sometime soon.
So some more changes are happening. A lot of the content that you see here is going to be going away. Yeah. All the videos and comic links and such? Poof! Why? Because I’m going to be reserving room on this blog for more of my content. Posting opinion pieces, reviews, my writing, and writing I do elsewhere. Weird Words will continue and maybe a few other article ideas. Perhaps Comic Links, since comics are rather dear to me.
The other content isn’t going away however. Far be it for me to deprive the internet of my opinion on what is good or funny. Instead most of that content will be moving to Tumblr.
Tumblr is a lot like a condensed blog. I like to think of it like if Blogspot and Twitter had a weird genetically modified offspring, Tumblr would be it. It focuses on posting content quickly but with little restriction, and allows those people with Tumblr accounts to share it on their blogs quickly an easily, similar to re-tweeting.
Now A Singularity [Tumblr Edition] has existed in the past but it has acted as a repeater for this blog. Now it will be showing exclusive content. Now in the future I may start creating summary posts of Tumblr content here, perhaps on weekend days, for those of you who don’t want to go make a Tumblr account. Also if you’re a big fan of RSS and don’t want to make a Tumblr account, Tumblr fully supports RSS. Get A Singularity [Tumblr Edition]‘s RSS feed here. Keep in mind that content here will be reproduced over there, so you might have some duplication.
There is already some original content on the Tumblr, so go check it out.
More updates as they come available.
Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose
So as I’ve been mentioning I’ve been planning some changes for A Singularity. I’ve actually enacted one already.
Change #1: What’s in a name?
Last year I changed the name from The Singularity Blog to A Singularity, in order to better express what one may find on this website. This website serves two primary purposes:
- To provide people with interesting content to read, watch, listen to, or look at, that I’ve found from across the internet.
- To provide a platform for the content I myself create and provide an easy place for someone looking for that content to find it.
And for the most part I think I’m succeeding at those goals and I think the name change better helps people understand that this is not always a blog about the technological singularity or a gravitational singularities, but is, instead a website that behaves like a singularity or is, in fact, singular, odd, or peculiar, as my tastes often are according to some. For a more in-depth write-up about the name change, check out the post I made regarding it.
Change #2: Growing Pains
That least us to right now, our second change, which is actually a series of changes. Up until this point A Singularity has been somewhat interwoven with my identity as Nojh. This was primarily to help my most obvious audience, people who know me from both on and off the internet, gain easier access to the site. Now, however, is the time where I need my own space back. Which means A Singularity is getting its own Twitter, Facebook, and Live Journal accounts:
Additionally the website has always had a Tumblr crossposter that I will go ahead and share just so it doesn’t feel left out.
So there you have it! Not that this will be the only change in store! A site re-design is in the works and a content shakeup is being planned as I type. Nothing too drastic but it will help organize things better I think. So please, go subscribe or like or friend the above social networks. If you’re not into that the standard RSS feed is still available here.
I know you’re likely getting tired of hearing this but I have one more thing to share with you. The TEDTalk outlining the modern history of copying, copyright, and how SOPA and PIPA came to be, and what is to come. It is thirteen minutes long and very much worth your time. Please watch.
A time will be coming when technology will make defunct the industries of today. It has happened before and it will happen again. We can’t let industries limit us, limit what we can do, just for their own bottom lines. For a US Citizen, your weapon against them is the laws of our government and tools to create those laws is your senator and congressmen. Email them. Call them. Snail Mail them. Go visit their offices. Make it known that you are not to be censored or controlled by big media. Let them know that if they want to survive, they need to rely upon quality and quantity, just like the rest of us, now by making it illegal for you to do what you want to do naturally: Share.