kit (mizkit) wrote,

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day trippin

We had a very nice day in Dublin. Talked to someone about a possible Sekrit Project, and was roundly insulted by Pádraig (”Ah,” says he, “I don’t read any superhero stuff anymore, yourself included. EXCLUDED. Yourself EXCLUDED!” *laughs out loud, again*), and we didn’t find what we were looking for but managed to find other things instead, and I got very nearly the entire proposal for the second Chance graphic novel written on the train. Which is to say, on the computer while we travelled on the train; I was not in actuality writing *on* the train. That would be silly.

All right, lads. Here’s the thing: with the 4th of July weekend coming up in the States, I don’t want to wait to do a last-minute post/nudge for fear of missing people, so I’m jumping the gun a bit and asking for people to post/spread the word about the Janx & Daisani short story commission. There are eight days left and the pledges already have brought it to 83% of the way there–another $136 will get all pledgers a short story that no one else will see for months, possibly years. I’d really like to see this work, as much for the sake of experiments as for the potential of periodic direct market sales.

The teaser again, from “Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight”:

“She was too young, even for a man with no age, but she caught his eye. Slim, dark-haired, with long fingers caught in the skirt of a shapeless dress, she was clearly not a child of wealth. She no doubt belonged to the riverboat upon which she stood, a shabby thing that had seen better days. Even so, in the fire’s light they both bent toward beauty.

It was her gaze, fixed on the sky, which arrested him. Others watched the fire, drawn in by its glow and movement, but she looked upward as though she could see what soared above the smoke. That was quite impossible: even knowing who danced there, Daisani could barely see them himself, but the girl watched as if she knew. Such seeing eyes were enough that he might have gone to her then, despite her youth, but tonight; tonight Chicago was burning.”

(It’s okay, by the way, if I get /more/ in donations than the base amount I’ve set, which is 10 cents per word & factors in Paypal fees. Anyone who donates will get the story, whether they donate to help meet the base amount or if they donate after it’s been reached.)

The pledge site:


miles to Minas Tirith: 427.2

(x-posted from the essential kit)
Tags: commissions, friends, getting out of the house, old races, short stories

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