Consider this proof of life! I have my wits and my fingers, still. I will return more consistently, and soon, I hope. I miss my friends here.
I offer a snippet for BeKindRewrite’s InMon, for the prompt Silent Photograph. It is very short.
On every world where creatures have both sight and sapience, the technology follows: translating light into matter.
Lens, mirror, silver nitrate, ammonium thiosulfate
… It’s easy to take it for granted once it becomes commonplace. But I think when people see it for the first time, they know the truth of it.
Photography is witchcraft.
I smirk, but I mean it.
Go on, roll your eyes. I know you want to.
Then stop and think for a moment. You take a camera, point it towards some map of light and take your exposure. What have you done? You have frozen a moment of light that will never come again and trapped it in static silence.
Think of all the photographs taken. How many outlive those who know what they are, or why? They lose context, they lose names, they become nothing but a static, silent record of light.
Yet you laugh at the thought that a camera captures essence and soul.
Take your shot.
The camera will be more honest than your eyes, if less sensitive. It will record exactly what it sees.
There. You have the record, my essence trapped in silence. I don’t envy you, in that darkroom, when you finally see what you have caught.
I realized, recently, that I’ve put quite a few pieces of original fiction on this blog. And that it would behoove me to make it more accessible.
Thus I have reorganized the navigation links at the top of the blog, and created this Handy Page.
Also, as I do periodically, because I love it, I am pointing you all towards Bekind Rewrite’s short, hard-boiled Noir Mystery, The Mysterious Case of the Marshmallow Mushroom Forest
Not dead. Just run off my feet and as soon as I post this, I’m running off to do more work! I will catch up on important matters, here, as soon as I can, so thank you all for your patience!
I found out through my good friend, David, that the Mythgard Institute is holding a writing contest for microfiction!
Behold: Almost an Inkling Writing Contest
Is that great, or what? It’s short notice for the first entry, but then, how long can 333 words take? (Unfortunately, for me, the answer to that can be years…)
I have submitted an entry, of course, though I don’t think it’s up yet. It’s under my own name, so those of you who only know me as Jubilare might not be able to figure out which one it is unless you just happen to know my style that well. But that is how I want it! If you don’t know which one is mine, you can’t be tempted to favor (or disfavor) it because of me. So much the better.
Voting is here: Almost an Inkling Writing Contest
So go forth and write, and even if you don’t want to do that, then at least have fun reading and cast your vote for your favorite nibblet of fiction.
’till anon, be well!