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When it's a brother
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Yes, really


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The Tale of the Ten Bosses

Once upon a time, in an office building not so far away, which belonged to a company called Glass Bathroom Bank, there worked a young woman called Cinderanna. Now Cinderanna was an administrative assistant, which means that it was her job to help the people in her department to do their jobs. But Cinderanna had a bit of a problem.
You see, Cinderanna was a nice person. Maybe a little too nice. Whether people were in her department or not, Cinderanna would help them if they asked for it.

The continuing adventures of Mr. Latvian Door

So apparently being Mr. Latvian Door is not enough for my troublesome brother. He also has to be a hero. I'm getting the feel of kids' books here, along the lines of the Captain Underpants series: "Mr. Latvian Door and the Dancing Pineapple". "Mr. Latvian Door and the Driving Lessons". And then there's Mr. Latvian Door's sidekick...
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Our story begins with Mr. Latvian Door at one of his favorite places, namely, church.

When it's a brother

Most of us have told that horrible old joke, "When is a door not a door? When it's ajar!" at some point. I would like to propose a new answer, that which titles today's blog post. Make sense? Of course it doesn't, not yet. This is my family we're talking about. It might, however, make a bit more sense once you have some background.
My sister, theater geek that she is, likes accents. She will often become the Latvian Lady in the course of everyday conversation, just for kicks and giggles.

Who moved my apple?

Because as far as I'm aware, cartoons and popular belief aside, mice would rather eat fruit than cheese. Today's Fiction Friday offering is a little bit sci-fi, a little bit weird, and definitely on the shorter side, but I hope that you will enjoy it anyway. It's totally unconnected to anything else I've written, but it's words and that's what counts today.
As for other writing news, well, there isn't any at the moment. Story ideas continue to pile up inside my head, and story words continue to refuse to be put on the page.

Yes, really

If I've said it once, I've said it, oh, I don't know, seventeen times. The job I thought I wanted (grade-school teacher) bears a startling resemblance to the job I have (administrative assistant). In both cases, I am dealing with a large group of immature, demanding individuals who are not at all fond of hearing the word "no".
How do I handle this? Well, first, I had to recognize it, which took a surprising amount of time. I was expecting my adult coworkers to, I don't know, act like adults?

Not all who wander

The Fiction Friday post for today is geek-a-riffic, incorporating two separate universes in its body and a third in its title (none of them should be hard to guess for anyone who has been reading my stories for a while), but it's important for another reason. It is the first actual piece of writing I have produced in the year 2015.
Some years start off amazingly well. Others... not so much. This year, at least in the department of writing, has definitely been on the side of "not so much".

Binder season!

Any fan of classic cartoons is familiar with the argument over whether it is duck season or wabbit season. Well, here at Glass Bathroom Bank, it is neither. Instead it is binder season. And believe me, I wish very much I could blow away these binders in classic cartoon fashion! BOOM, and confetti goes flying, sparking a dance party...
Oh wait, that's the sitcom version of my life again. Never mind. Although I do often think my life resembles that of the comic relief character on a sitcom.

Here we go again

Life, it seems, is nothing more than finding new ways to start over. And over, and over. Which is frustrating, and exhausting, but nobody ever promised me a rose garden. Not that a few flowers would go amiss. Except that the dogs would knock them over, and the cats would try to eat them. Which would, at least, be amusing.
So far this new year hasn't exactly been helpful in encouraging writing. Encouraging cleaning, cooking, animal care, and self-care, yes. Writing, not so much. The story ideas fly thick and fast, including a couple based on

The spammers are coming!

On one level, I am actually thrilled to have to start deleting spam comments from my blog again. My website has enough traffic that the spammers think it would be worth their while to try and link here! Woo-hoo! On another level... spam. Whether it be in a can or on the screen, not being a Viking, I do not find spam lovely or wonderful.
Still, the website having traffic is a wonderful thing. And yes, I do have good news to report on the writing front, O readers, so your patience will be rewarded!

The age of hope

Happy Fiction Friday, O readers! To anyone who has found me only through my originals, or who does not care to hear any more about the Dangerverse, you may want to excuse yourself from the post today, as it is going to be quite DV-heavy. For anyone else, come right in, sit right down, and get ready for some Dangerverse fun.
As promised, I am working on a Dangerverse Christmas story, set nineteen years after the DV Final Battle (yes, that is a nod to Jo Rowling's epilogue in DH). However, the story is being a little bit refractory, not wanting to let me get it started.
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