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  <title>Words of the Barely-Published</title>
  <subtitle>Anne 'Juniper' Cross</subtitle>
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    <name>Anne 'Juniper' Cross</name>
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  <updated>2009-12-01T16:23:13Z</updated>
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    <title>Easter Lilies and Imaginary Angels</title>
    <published>2009-08-09T01:57:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-01T16:23:13Z</updated>
    <category term="setting: the weird"/>
    <category term="short story"/>
    <category term="first draft"/>
    <category term="short: easter lilies and imaginary angel"/>
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    <content type="html">Today was a beautiful, beautiful day. I thought I was going out early, but ended up ambushed by a nap where I dreamed about writing with a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mildly inspired by that and the beautiful weather, I girded on my lumbar pack, complete with laptop, trekked down to my favorite pub, got a couple of pints of hard cider, and started writing.  While I had been walking, as it is a bit of a hike, I'd been thinking, "I want to write a short story about the protagonist from &lt;u&gt;River's Wath&lt;/u&gt;, preferably set before &lt;u&gt;Iron Debt&lt;/u&gt;, just so that I can establish that she has been Doing Things."  I started thinking about what she might have been doing, and since it's a proper walk, I had enough time to come up with something of a premise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2000 words after I started, I realized there was a wait at the door for seats, so I got up, picked up my laptop, and went over to my favorite local place to get chocolate, and got mocha and a chocolate croissant, and wrote the rest of it.  It clocks in at about 3400 words, which isn't bad at all for not having even had a story idea when I started walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still in first draft format - very, very rough - but &lt;i&gt;Easter Lilies and Imaginary Angels&lt;/i&gt; is now written.  This is the very first story I've ever written in a single go, which is quite startling to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a great deal of editing, I suspect.  But I'm not unpleased at all.  Or as one of my friends who makes things for a living says on a regular basis, "I'm not embarrassed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=juniper&amp;ditemid=3252" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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