• Vengeance
  • Wormhole
  • Asteroid - Blue
  • Asteroid - Green/Yellow
  • Plasma Planet
  • Asteroid - Purple
  • Intaki VI and Asteroids
  • Intaki Prime
  • Oceania
  • Ringed Planet
  • Golden Pod
  • SakBat
  • Classic Sakaane Eionell
  • Sakaane Eionell
  • Warp Tunnel Distortion
  • Asteroid City
  • Peyote Lake
  • Bighorns
  • Grizzly
  • White Anemone
  • Bleeding Heart
  • Purple Anemone
  • Bryce Canyon
  • Waterton
  • Foothills
  • Iceland
  • Red Sunset
  • White Tiger
  • Red Panda
  • Lightbeams
  • Orange Fungi
  • Grapes
  • Daenan
  • Arlayn
  • Stream
  • Berwen

Tag: writing

On the Go

As I start writing this entry I’m sitting on my balcony, rocking gently on my deck swing. It’s mid-morning on a Sunday and it will be a beautiful spring day, even though for the moment I have a blanket wrapped around me because the sun hasn’t quite come around the building far enough to warm up my deck. My neighborhood is quiet; other than a distant lawn mower and few cars going by there’s nothing to listen to except for chickadees, swallows, red wing blackbirds, and some other songbirds I don’t know the names of. It’s a clear day and I can see the Rockies stretching away to the south all the way to the Chain Lakes and then some. They still have quite a lot of snow on them. There’s a May tree growing off to the side just below my balcony that in a few years will be almost tall enough to touch. I like May trees; like lilacs and crab apples, the gentle fragrance of the flowers is one of the best parts of spring in Calgary.

This year I’ve taken to sitting on my balcony quite a lot on weekends when the weather is good (and even when it’s tolerably miserable). Life has been busy…maybe a little too busy…and these moments offer some peace and quiet that I feel I desperately need.


Quietly EVE-ing

Life has been busy. Work has been kicking my ass since the start of 2017 which doesn’t leave much time for gaming. Even so, I’ve still managed to quietly continue my existence in New Eden, though my activity has shifted around some.


HOTE Worldbuilding: Getting Organized

Heart of the Empire: Worldbuilding

If you follow Incyanity via RSS, your reader app may have exploded yesterday with fourteen new posts. Sorry, not sorry! They are all for Heart of the Empire. I decided, rather spur of the moment, to post various notes and other tidbits to the HOTE Compendium in an effort to help myself get organized and continue worldbuilding for this story. For this reason, all of the posts are for members only and they all have spoiler warnings attached to them. I’m open to feedback, discussion, and suggestions from members on this content, but please do take the spoiler warnings seriously. :)


The Slow Writer

Source: facebook.com/fromthewriteangle

When I was in school (roughly twenty years ago now, yikes), I was always carrying around a notebook and generally scribbling something down any chance I got: diary entries, letters, stories, fanfic. I wrote a ridiculous amount of words back then (most of them not very good).

Then what happened? I graduated high school and things changed. The world said I had become an “adult”. The fanfic I was writing at the time turned into a drama-filled burden, so I quit that and decided to put my effort into other written work instead. But I also got a “real” job (then another, and finally another), bought my first house, and started to have “life things” going on, many of them not good. I wrote less. Then a lot less. Projects stagnated, then were shelved. Some of those not good “life things” actually got pretty bad and for several years straight I basically wrote absolutely nothing worth mentioning.

2010 was the turning point, sort of. I was still a godawful mess that year, but I was also getting more involved with EVE OnlineSolitary Pilot became a thing, and between 2010 and the fall of 2012 I wrote 225,000 words on that website. I’ve since added more, but that was the bulk of it.

Holy shit. 225,000 words! Gimme a minute here, mind is blown.


On the Radar

Intaki V – Moon 5 – Astral Mining Inc. Refinery

The crisp, polite knock on her office door was familiar and not unwelcome. “Come in, Bataav,” Sakaane called out in response. The door opened, then closed, and she heard nothing more. She never did, even though she knew he had entered, crossed the room, and was waiting patiently for her to look up from the document she was working on. A silent, comforting shadow.

She scribbled on the paper for a moment longer, paused to examine what she’d written, then shook her head. Sometimes it helped to write, actually apply pen to paper, rather than simply conjuring up words digitally via her neocom, but today it seemed her muse insisted on being elusive regardless. Pushing the document aside, she met Bataav’s gaze with a warm smile. “What do you have for me?”


Frogged

I frogged a crochet project for the first time yesterday.

Frogging, as I have learned, is a slang term used in crochet, knit, and even cross-stitch communities to describe the act of unraveling work (pulling out a portion, or all, of the stitches). It’s a play on words: frogs say “ribbit, ribbit, ribbit” when they croak; when crafters find a mistake in their work, or decide they no longer want to continue with that work (or want to recover the yarn to do something else), they “rip it, rip it, rip it”.


Remember Reschard V: Suresha’s Speech

Reschard V

Reschard V was once a fertile world, lush with life, a green jewel nestled away in low-security Placid. Millions of people called it their home. They had built a successful agrarian society they were proud of, and had lived peacefully for generations without the need of any military.


HOTE: Rebuilding

Over the weekend I went on a business trip to the nearby mountain community of Banff. The trip was nothing much special, though I did get an opportunity to spend some time with a few of my newer coworkers and hopefully build on the still-forming relationships (after all, I spend the majority of my time with these people, so might as well try to be friends).

The drawback of going on this trip is that I was away from home for the weekend and had most of my time taken up by meetings and work-related activities…which naturally meant the muse decided to pay me a visit and was pretty annoyed when I had to regrettably tell her, “Not now.”


On A Mission

Intaki V – Moon 5 – Astral Mining Inc. Refinery

Leisel Anteida, ILF Mission Agent

Leisel Anteida, ILF Mission Agent

“Overall, I think you’ll approve of the results!”

Leisel Anteida tapped on her datapad, then turned it toward Sakaane with a smile as she sat down on the edge of one of the chairs opposite the Suresha’s desk.

Sakaane leaned back and tried to give the datapad a serious look, but out of the corner of her eye she could see Leisel’s knee bouncing. The speed of the bouncing increased the longer the silence stretched. “How are you settling in?”

“Oh! Good. Great actually! Coming to lowsec wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.” Leisel smiled shyly but her eyes glittered from behind wispy bangs. “The girls back in Amygnon are still sending me messages weekly though, asking if I’ve been shot up by Serpentis yet, can you believe that?”


Putting the HOTE Puzzle Together

In the last few days, a long-time visitor to Incyanity has peppered some of the Heart of the Empire pages with comments, which was wonderful for me to see during what was otherwise a pretty difficult week. So, thank you for that! They made my day. :)

I wanted to take a moment to share a little bit of what has been going on behind the scenes on the creative side of my life. Since I’ve been concentrating on trying to get ready to put my home up for sale, there hasn’t been much, but there is some!

An incomplete picture.

An incomplete picture.

In a prior post I mentioned one task on my “to do” list has been to revisit the plot of HOTE and fix some long-standing problems with the story. Those problems have been the major reason the story itself has not advanced in some years.

To date, writing HOTE has kind of been like putting together a puzzle where I was sure at the start that I knew what the puzzle’s image was supposed to look like, but when I actually got down to putting the pieces together it turned out they didn’t quite fit together as expected, or the overall picture had morphed into something else when I wasn’t looking. Or both.