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No.

If someone invited you, O readers, to pursue a profession in which it was an ordinary part of business for anonymous strangers to casually walk up and gut-punch you or kick your teeth in, I think your response would probably be similar to the title of this post. No. Just no. Why should any sane person allow themselves to be hurt like that?
 
I have this feeling frequently, although the punches and kicks in my line of work tend to be verbal, not physical. Such as long-winded, critical anonymous reviews.

The princess who might have been

And so, once again, we come in the course of things to Fiction Friday, and today I have for you something which you may consider a treat, or which you may not. You will have to let me know. It has to do with what month it is, and what that means, and how that causes me to depart from my usual procedure in terms of writing.
 
Usually, when I write, I give careful consideration to how the words sound even on the first draft, because most of my revision process happens inside my head. The vast majority of my fanfic chapters, and even a great many parts of my originals, changed only slightly from the first time they hit the screen until they arrived in your hands, O readers.

Have you tried...

So here I am, back at work today, after taking yesterday off to go to the doctor. I have an official diagnosis of (get ready for a mouthful) sacroiliitis, which basically means my lower back and pelvis hate me. Doctor prescribed pain meds and physical therapy, which would be great if I weren't already overbooked and mostly broke...
 
Ah well. I'll figure it out somehow. Why don't we get to what you came here looking for, O readers, that is, this week's Why Do I Work Here Wednesday post!

The fairy tale botanist

Seem like a silly thing to put as the title for Fiction Friday? Think again. The driving force behind any Maiden in the Tower story is the green growing thing craved by the mother of the Maiden, whether that be parsley (like the Italian original), a parsnip-like root named rampion, or a low-lying winter green called lamb's lettuce or rapunzel.
 
Branching out from there, most Cinderwenches (like my sister) are required by their wicked stepmothers to pick beans or seeds out of the ashes of the hearth.

Ordinarily

Ordinarily, today would be Why Do I Work Here Wednesday, on which I would amuse and delight you with tales of the follies of the office in which I spend most of my waking hours. Ordinarily, I would provide pictures to accompany my light and entertaining little tale. Ordinarily, all this would have been done some hours ago.
 
As you may have guessed, today is not ordinary. I am still trying to figure out how to handle my body's current state of revolt, since medication isn't working.

I never thought

Having just yesterday afternoon seen my sister perform the role of Cinderella in a certain Sondheim musical based on fairy tales, I now have its various songs running through my head, especially the piece for all the main characters which begins the second act, about how they never thought they would be so happy... or are they?
 
In this life, a lot of things that start with "I never thought I..." could just be cut off at the first three words, and my current state is certainly one of those.

Stolen cub, part two (and one quarter)

What does the one quarter have to do with anything, besides the obvious possibilities in the direction of pun? (Since tomorrow is Abet and Aid Punsters Day. Look it up.) Well, one quarter, in American currency, will buy you two stories in my latest e-book, a collection of Fiction Friday posts. Not that it's available by the piece, sadly.
 
Could you go back through the blog here and find all the Fiction Friday and Made-Up Monday posts, and copy their text into your own e-book?

Whole lot of no fun

The blog post title for today could also be a good title for my weekend. It started with an allergic reaction to a medication by the roommate, which led to a truly miserable 18 hours for her, and shortly after we were able to get her the medicine that would help, my body responded to the stress with shooting pains through my back and hip.
 
Long-time readers may recognize that this pain pattern has hit me before, though this is the first time it's been purely because of emotional stressors.

And so it ends

Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a girl, twenty years old but still very young, and that girl loved the books of the Harry Potter series. One of her two roommates got her interested in reading fan fiction, and then in writing it, and one day a thought came to the girl. What if, somehow, Harry could have had a family?
 
The girl intended this story to be brief. She would sketch out what might have been in a few short chapters, and then return to her more serious, canon-based fic.

The sea-bride, part three

And so, it is a day of endings. This will be the last true Fiction Friday post this year, since National Novel Writing Month begins tomorrow, and I plan to give you snippets from my project on Fridays through November at least. This not only takes a bit of pressure off me, but means I can collect the 2014 Fiction Friday posts together.
 
What will I do with them once they're collected? I was thinking of sorting them out, giving them silly day-of-the-week names, and publishing them as an e-book.
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