Ashe Elton Parker

A Writer of LGBTQ+ Characters in Speculative Fiction

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9Nov18: An Exceedingly Productive Day

I got a lot done Friday. In part due, I’m sure, to the fact I pretty much slept all day Thursday and as a result didn’t get tired or put myself to bed Thursday night. Over the morning hours, I knocked out almost everything on my list, leaving only quilting to do, and I even got a couple things not on it done. That includes my 250 words, started a book by my friend Zette, calling Mom, doing a tarot card, getting my prompt up on my MeWe group, editing Chapter 14 of DH03, doing my languages, doing a chapter for GIMP, posting Chapter 10 of DH03, and doing some D&D prep. At noon, Katie picked me up for quilting. We stopped at a vendor of tacos on the street and got massive burritos, and then to her place for quilting, where I did two blocks. When I got home, I read through one of my incomplete WIPS and edited Chapter 15 of DH03. It was a really good day!

8Nov18: Broken Glasses

Thursday started out slow. At 10:00, when my alarm went off, I still felt a little ill, so I told my friends I wouldn’t be able to make it to game. Well, my message was something along the lines of, “not feeling well.” I finally got up around 13:00 and then spent the first several hours out of bed lying on my sofa in various states of wakefulness. Eventually, I gave in to the temptation to watch some Forensic Files while crocheting and spent about 2 or 3 hours doing that. Afterward, I discovered that the stem of one of the nose rests on my glasses had broken, so excavated an older pair of glasses to use and set to accomplishing tasks.

Before bed, I’d edited DH03CH13. That’ll go up on Wattpad in a few weeks.

After my extended sleep time, I got my 250 words, did my languages, and kept up with my journal. After a break to buy some new glasses from an online purveyor, I also did some D&D prep.

Missed A Couple Days

Quilt Blocks!

Kaleidoscope Quilt Blocks!

I missed a couple days, and I’m not going to bother going over them. They’re in the past. Besides, I can’t really recall exactly what I did during them, especially Tuesday. That’s way too far away, and on the opposite side of an exhaustion day for me, and I had to think too long to remember what I did Wednesday as well. All I do know for sure is that I forgot for the second week in a row to post a chapter of Discordant Harmonies. Oh, well, there’s always next week. I think I wrote too, but beyond that, I’m not sure, though I probably paid MTG with some friends and I know I painted D&D minis with Kit at some point.

So, Thursday. It was a good day.

Got up in time for my friend Katie to pick me up so we could do some quilting at her place. Spent a good 4-5 hours there working on my first quilt and making plans for it. Originally, it was going to just be a Kaleidoscope Quilt, but today we discussed other options for it. Things to make it more fun for me to do and more visually interesting. It’s greens and blues with black, and for a while I considered adding reds and yellows to it, but Katie suggested laying out the blocks I have already, and when I saw them together, I agreed with her—it’s going to look good with what I’ve already got going into it. After that, we got to debating other options for it, and finally settled on making a kaleidoscope pattern center with some borders: 1 inch of solid black; 6 inches of some other pattern, like perhaps a multicolored stripe of some sort; another inch of solid black; and finally a row of kaleidoscope blocks with I think we decided on solid black trim. It’s going to look fantastic, I think.

We also discussed the Block Of The Month Quilt she suggested we do together for me. We’ll be using fabrics I bought years ago for it and a Block Of The Month pattern she’s used herself. That quilt’s going to be wild. LOL I’m looking forward to getting started on it, and Katie seems enthusiastic too. Katie also said she’d teach me how to cut fabric to size with the Block Of The Month Quilt, and I’m excited to learn how.

I also took the first two fabrics I got for the Puff Quilt I’m making for my niece to show Katie. She liked them. Then I bowed to the inevitable and asked Katie if she could store the fabrics for me and told her the facts of my apartment and how long it’s going to take for me to get everything I need for quilting here at home. I think if I get a bin for the fabrics, I’ll have someplace to store the ones for my niece’s quilt, but I need to get a full-sized ironing board and figure out a place to store it (I have some ideas). This was aided by a chat with Mom earlier tonight, where she suggested I cut the fabrics downstairs in the auxiliary room my building has for tenants to use, which I thought was a good idea. So I’ll be able to tell Katie I’ve come up with some ideas for how to work around the limited space in my apartment and such, which I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear. LOL

And I wrote a little bit. Less than 500 words, but I’m glad I was able to write at all today. The opening to an Urban Fantasy Gay Romance. We’ll see where it goes.

Earlier this month, I got some of those glass bead/gravel things people put in aquariums for character tokens for the D&D campaign I’m making for my friends. I’ve been meaning to bring ’em to a mini painting session with Kit, but forgot. So tonight I remembered I had some acrylic paints my friend Anita gave to me along with some other painting equipment—paintbrushes and something to use as a palette. So I put Hendrix and his accessories in my bedroom, fetched my art stuff, and set to painting designations on the beads with different colors of paint. Took maybe half an hour or so, and though it’s kind of sloppy, they’ll serve until I get minis painted up for them. So glad I remembered those paints. Was wondering how/when I’d get a chance to paint them with Kit because I don’t think we’ll be able to meet again until after he gets settled into his new job, and that might not be until after I run my first D&D session.

Day 4 on This

Hendrix the Cat

Not another picture!

The title of this thing is something of a celebration of my (minor) achievement with this daily posting thing. I honestly didn’t know what to expect of myself and seriously thought I might not make it to 4 nights in a row. But it’s Hump Day and here’s the post! Yay!

I wish I could say I’ve been fantastically productive, but I can’t. Though, I did manage to do a number of things I needed to.

Before going to bed this morning (at around 04:30 or so, iirc), I finally managed to get the most recent adventures my character Xylorian’s had in the D&D campaign DMed by my pride friend Kit. I’m fairly certain I’ve mentioned this group before, but I can’t remember all what I’ve said. Suffice it to say that I met all the players in this group, and the DM, through the Utah Pride Center. I’m the only one with a substantial amount of previous experience playing D&D among us players, and Kit’s a “new” DM; we’re his first actual gaming group. Still, we’re doing fairly well, I think. Kit’s very involved and keeps up with us and on the ball with what we need to know.

So, I did that, then idled for a time, fiddling with nitpicky things on one of my world’s worldbuilding before going to bed. And I stayed in bed until 13:00. My sleep wasn’t the best, though, and it rarely is when I go to bed so late, so I spent a bit of time napping after I got up. At one point, a one of my pride friends reminded me about our usual weekly Magic: The Gathering session and I arranged to pull another friend who sometimes joins us in.

Thus, at 17:00, I was at Oasis Games with Cayden and JJ. We played one long round of MTG with a young man who sometimes joins us. D— is still quite young, so I’m not providing his name here. Suffice it to say that he’s got pretty powerful decks and regularly trounces us all. I had a headache and begged off a second round, so we broke for the day and Cayden and JJ headed out to Trax to begin their trips home together.

Back home, I was greeted by my cat, who was very happy I was home. I laid down for a little while to see if the headache would go away, and it did fade. D— is also very enthusiastic and loves MTG, so he tends to stress me out a bit. As a result I thought just getting home where things were calm and relatively quiet (I had music playing, as I almost always do) would help me feel better.

Once I felt better, I got Chapter 21 of DH02 posted on Wattpad, though I didn’t edit the next chapter of DH03 as I’d originally planned. Mostly ’cause I needed to email a friend to coordinate a grocery trip this weekend. I also wanted to call my Mom, which I did, and we were on for about half an hour. She received Primary Election voter information and seemed confused on its purpose. I’m not sure I cleared things up for her as well as I thought I had, but we moved on to other topics and hung up after a nice chat anyway.

Taking A Break

With the completion of posting of Discordant Harmonies 1: A Pitch of the Scale, I’m taking a break from posting this week. It got a bit hairy for me toward the end of the book, with me barely keeping up with my weekly post and scheduling posts of the book. I managed to finish edits on it a few weeks beforehand, but apathy struck, and it was a fight the whole time. Sadly, that apathy about posting here is still with me. I’m hoping that taking a deliberate break from the onus of posting, however brief it may be, will prevent an unanticipated case of full-blown bipolar apathy regarding the site. I’ve done this before, with mixed success. Here’s hoping my blog absence will last only a week.

A Pitch of the Scale, Chapter 11

This entry is part 12 of 12 in the series Discordant Harmonies 1: A Pitch of the Scale

Asthané assured the guard—it was always a different one who brought him to his palace chambers—he was capable of stumbling to bed on his own. Following a minute’s hovering hesitation, the woman departed, and he watched her go, waiting until she disappeared around a corner. Good. He could relax now.

This Council meeting hadn’t been so bad. Of course, he’d spent most of it sitting outside the chamber while other business was taken care of, but he still had a head which felt like someone had used it for a drum and knotted guts. He wasn’t sure just how much of the fine supper in the room beyond this front door he’d be able to eat, especially cold—he’d learned long ago, most foods eaten while sick with Gift reaction tended to lack flavor if left cold—and he wasn’t inclined to use his Gifts to heat anything up. It might be best to skip supper altogether.

He turned the handle and forced himself to move into the room. Bless the soul of whoever watched over these chambers, they always left the fore chamber well-lit, the gaslights bright. Maybe someone who understood about Mages was monitoring the use of this apartment. Whoever it was, he wanted to thank them. He shuffled in, edged to the side, and shut the door as he leaned against the wall, tipping his head back as he closed his eyes. Bed was just across the way, in the next room, but he needed a break to register he truly was free for the rest of the evening.

“Thané?”

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A Pitch of the Scale, Chapter 9

This entry is part 10 of 12 in the series Discordant Harmonies 1: A Pitch of the Scale

Géta followed Udé into the dining hall. His friend had announced the kitchen always set out a sideboard in the afternoon, primarily because Mages finishing afternoon practice generally required some sort of sustenance. The sideboard was actually an abbreviated selection of foods set on the counter where meal components were set out, and Udé lifted the lid of the soup tureen at one end of the collection of food, rattling the ladle about.

“Dregs. Who eats the soup before I get here?”

Chuckling over the complaining tone of voice his friend had spoken in, Géta wandered over to the left and collected an orange and a couple sausage rolls. The crusts were a little hard, but that didn’t matter. Udé followed his example, collecting four of the rolls into a hammock made with the bottom of his tunic and selecting three apples instead of oranges. Géta finally found a position with his arm and collection of music which supported the food he’d taken, and the pair headed for the door to the hall leading to the Mages’ and musicians’ quarters, him in the lead.

“So how was this practice?”

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A Pitch of the Scale, Chapter 8

This entry is part 09 of 12 in the series Discordant Harmonies 1: A Pitch of the Scale

A while later, another knock came on Géta’s door. He shifted to eye the panel, wary now because of Asthané’s visit. The Mage could have returned. Why, he couldn’t fathom, but he didn’t fancy the idea of opening the door. Still, when the knock came once more, he got up to do so.

Shélan smiled at him. “Hello, Géta.”

Unable to restrain his joy at seeing the Priest, Géta opened the door and beckoned him in. “Hi, Shélan! I didn’t expect to see you again.”

“Why ever not? Did you think I could forget you?”

The tease made him bob his head, cheeks warming. “A little.”

“Well, you made quite an impression upon me, young man. May I sit?”

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A Pitch of the Scale, Chapter 7

This entry is part 08 of 12 in the series Discordant Harmonies 1: A Pitch of the Scale

Géta’s stomach kept sending up mouthfuls of lunch as he waited, by turns gazing into the garden in hopes of seeing the Mages and staring out over the field wondering if they’d already passed. It hadn’t been one yet when he’d left for the gate to the Weatherfield, but he was afraid he may have missed meeting them. Pacing a little, he continually swallowed as he hugged his flute to his side. He hadn’t bothered to take it out and put it together and had spent a few minutes in indecision, wondering if he should bring the music he was learning before deciding this couldn’t be counted as an official practice. This was real performance, and it chilled him despite the humid heat of the day.

He turned away from the field and saw four people on the path from the Temple. The woman at the head of the little group wore a tunic with a V-bent arrow through crescent with the points down on the front; an orange, yellow, and blue spiral filled the space between the arrow and bottom of the crescent. The others he could see wore different colors; one with yellow, another with blue, and the last he couldn’t see from where he stood with the others blocking. Géta caught glimpses of red hair, but that was all.

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Extended Writing Downswing

By “extended writing downswing” I mean in regards to getting plot cards and fresh words on projects. Over the past few months, I’ve done little with my writing beyond editing and the new brain dumping stuff. Sadly, I consider “actively writing” primarily to be getting plot cards and new words on my stories.

This has not been a completely dry period for my writing though. I have been scribbling notes for various stories in my journals. In addition to the three stories on my projects page, I started a journal on another story, a fantasy mystery called Return of the Moribund God I: Life After Tavrinia. In this story, the ghost of one of the sleuth’s friends awakens him one night, and he and his roommate go to retrieve her body from the river. This is one of my particular favorite stories, mainly because I just adore the MC I conceived for this series, Pliutius, who is a 48-year-old mage who’s serving his second deity—and is about to stir the interest of a third.

I’ve also started a “general notes” journal. So far, it has only one note, but that probably won’t last. I have intentions of going through all these 200-300 index cards I have notes for various stories written on. Some of these notes are just random ideas that don’t yet have a home that I’ve jotted down. A lot of sorting needs to go on.

Also, I need to go through my scrap paper notes and new Scrivener files to create folders for my World Folder Drawer to put those notes in. There’s a few hundred or so names written down on these index cards and some scrap paper sheets that don’t have a particular home that I need to jot down in my, oh, 30-year-old name notebook. Actually, I think I’m going to switch the name notebook to one of my hardcover journals—I picked up a few more at the office store earlier this week as the current notebook is a literal notebook with a soft cover that’s in danger of tearing from the wire spiral.

Oh, I have plans for these story notebooks, should I ever complete the stories I’m working out in them. A number of my writer friends and people I follow have Patreon accounts, and I’ve decided it would be a cool idea to use my note entries, and, ultimately, the notebooks themselves, as rewards for patrons. There’s a bit of other financial stuff I need to figure out first, though, so we’ll see. And, I also need to complete these stories and series and publish them somehow. If I don’t do the Patreon thing, I’ll more than likely find another way to share the notes to these stories and the notebooks (sets) with interested readers. We’ll see how this stuff develops.

But for now, I’m just working through the dry spell with writing. I can feel stuff working in the back of my mind, and I know my Creative Mind isn’t completely ignoring the writing aspect because I’m able to get notes for my journals. I’m also reading through various incomplete stories of mine, both old and new. And there’s also the editing. The worst writing downswings always make me disinterested in working on my writing in any way. So, I think this year is being just as productive as last year, simply in a different way.

I hope you’re enjoying A Pitch of the Scale. There are two more books (thus far) after this book, but I won’t be posting them here. If you want access to them, sign up for a Wattpad account and visit my profile there. I post updates about what’s happening with the DH series there regularly.

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