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Hello, all--

A sufficient week. The fourth week, where all the energy flags and the brain rebels. At least mine did. I managed a couple of hours above my minimum working unplugged on my novel, but just barely. This week my total was more like 9 hours, but then there were a lot of distractions, like the annual party at Astrid and Greg Bear's, and taking fourth-week instructor Minister Faust out shopping for goat.

I "finished" (am I ever finished?) re-working chapters three and four of the novel. I have sent them away. They're gone. I may look at them no longer. At least until my beta reader tells me to mess with them again.

The poem this week is a transformation myth inspired by a ring my mother gave me. It once was a gold bracelet with a Raven charm on it that she realized wasn't authentic work. So she had it re-made, giving a Native designer half of the gold as payment, and he made her a hummingbird ring out of the other half, which she later gave me. I wear it nearly every day.

Thanks so much for your support of me and of Clarion West!

--Neile

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Transformation Song

--for my mother, who gave me this tale--

Raven loses everything in masquerade,
loosens everything, melts the golden chains

he hangs from, even his igneous charm.

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[The full text of the poem is available to anyone who sponsors me in the Clarion West Write-a-thon or will serve as an LJ or Facebook cheerleader.]

December 2011

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