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radiantfracture: Beadwork bunny head (Default)
I've been exploring fiction podcasts again, and having better luck with them. There are more of them now.

Midst

So this is "an immersive, semi-improvised, sci-fantasy podcast recounted by a trio of playfully omniscient, mysterious, and unreliable narrators. " (Third Person, picked up after production by Critical Role).

I've only listened to the first three episodes, but I found them pretty charming. There's a lot to like here. The dynamic between the three narrators, they way they effortlessly pick up from one another and layer ideas, is really pleasurable. I think there's some truly skillful editing and great sound design focusing that effect, but it means I can enter the world without tripping over any doorsill of awkwardness -- the weird just flows. There's almost none of that improv-cringe vibe where the performers go in on a digressive bit way too hard -- and where they do kind of do that, it's very funny. (Ex. the bit with the ice.)

In the beginning the episodes feel almost standalone, though it sounds like they come together into a narrative later.

The Left Right Game

The blurb: "Tessa Thompson stars as an idealistic young journalist trying to make a name for herself by following a group of paranormal explorers obsessed with a seemingly harmless pastime known as the Left/Right Game. The journey takes her into a supernatural world that she and the other members of the expedition can neither handle nor survive" (QCode).

I liked this. Highly listenable. I worked through all of Season 1 over a few days, and the quality stayed high from start to finish.

The cast is terrific -- not just well-known actors, though many of them are, but well-known actors who can voice act. Tessa Thompson is one protagonist, Alice -- lots of Alices in these stories -- and she's great: compelling, both vulnerable and steely. She's playing a character almost twenty years younger, and she really nails the voice. Ami Ameen gets the frame narrative as Tom, and he plays bewilderment with great nuance. I knew John Billingsley's voice immediately, of course: he doesn't get a lot of airtime, but when you hear his voice you know something otherworldly must be involved. Other highlights: W. Earl Brown doing his best Bobby Singer; Inanna Sarkis and Jojo T. Gibbs as Lilith and Eve; Dayo Okeniyi as Apollo. But there were no vocal rough spots -- well, except one, which I'll get to, but that I think is more a writing/direction issue.

If you've listened to other surreal fiction podcasts you're going to recognize some of the story beats -- Alice isn't Dead would be a reference point, or maybe Rabbits, although I haven't listened to all of that. Maybe Archive 81? I watched that rather than listening to it.Someone goes missing, leaves strange records behind. Internet message boards, weird alternate-reality games.

Seems like a genre, one that I don't know the name of exactly -- portal-disappearance-quest story. Maybe we call them Alice stories? This is a very good version of that.

Because this is good, I thought quite a bit about its narrative choices as they unfolded. A couple of things tripped my own particular -- not do-not-wants, but don't-prefers. These might not bother another listener at all:

Vague spoilers for form, not specifics )

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radiantfracture: In B&W, a man with touseled hair wrestles an alligator. Text reads "Wresting with my Muse, obviously" (writing)
It is Hallowe'en, best of days, and I am ill, but I want to mark the day somehow, so here is a morning-scrawled story of unease.

CW: light gore?
Just before 6 a.m., in the dark of the morning, the air shimmered with rain. )

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radiantfracture: In B&W, a man with touseled hair wrestles an alligator. Text reads "Wresting with my Muse, obviously" (writing)
Many things have happened which I may one day write to you about, if I can bear all that reality. Until then, here's a little back-to-school microcreepy from today's writing session.

[ETA] I've been thinking about horror and whether my novel is a cosmic horror or a whatever, so this is a bit from thinking about writing horror (not very cosmic).

Contains: Insects, spoiled food, indignity to a dead beetle

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chocolate milk )


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radiantfracture: In B&W, a man with touseled hair wrestles an alligator. Text reads "Wresting with my Muse, obviously" (writing)
I had a fine Finishing Class at Good tonight, walking there and back with K.

We talked, on the way there, of class planning (wherein she had several flashes of brilliance and I took note by tracing letters on my palm to remember later), and, on the way back, about writing, since she is contemplating some serious structural changes to a draft, and I am intently gleaning insights about, for example, the different levels of introspection available in first- and third-person points of view. (Not What You Might Think.)

It was good to have a productive work session. My last few have been frustrating, but tonight I found flow. I mostly worked on school stuff, but in a fluid, intuitive way, shifting back and forth between direct planning and writing what turned out to be some bits of fiction.

Indeed, I actually wrote a couple of little fables for use in the class. I would like to have something short and complete on the first day, when they won't have read anything but I still need to do something with them for three hours.

I don't know that I'll actually use these -- bits of the actual readings would make more sense -- but it was fun to sit down and think, "What sort of a story do I wish I had on hand to unify the various themes and preoccupations of this course?"

Since I mean to type up these little fabrications either way, here is the first. The second is a bit longer, and my shoulders are tired, so I will type it up tomorrow. (I will, too, because the bit about the spire makes me chortle.)

Fable the First )

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radiantfracture: Beadwork bunny head (Default)
Twice now I’ve been to Finishing Class at a terrific little workspace called Good, started up by a wonderful arts organizer and her partner, who recently moved back to town.

Finishing Class is a monthly event wherein you show up to sit down at a long hand-made table with other people who want to Finish Something. Once greetings are given and tea is made, together you each set to work on your Something, and try to get it or some stage or draft or piece of it Finished by the end of two hours (but this is not strictly enforced).

At the end of Finishing Class, you get a gold star. At the break, you get a home-baked treat made by the proprietor herself. Last time it was a perfect brownie. This time it was a maple butter tart.

Even though the process is more than half a game, the focus and the title and the deadline function, underground in the mind, to make you want to Finish your Something.

Last time I had no idea what I was going to work on, and felt a bit nervous about that, and then my brain very kindly offered me the use of a short story idea. Without the class I don't think I'd have written it at all. Last time, I drafted the story to the end, and tonight I second-drafted it and patched the ending together a bit. And by posting it here, I finish my Finishing for tonight.

I like that it arrived, I'm glad that it stayed, but I don't know what it amounts to. Not that it has to amount to anything. It was a happy thing just to make it.

Anyway, here it is.

The New Sea )

Cheers.

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radiantfracture: In B&W, a man with touseled hair wrestles an alligator. Text reads "Wresting with my Muse, obviously" (writing)
This morning I tried recording a longer story, one from deep in the archives.

It is an old story (circa 2004), and I would do some things in it differently if I wrote it now, but bits still make me laugh. I made some minor cuts for the recording (textual jokes that didn't translate and some narrative colour that, in my contemporary opinion, didn't.)

It was a challenge to record at this length, and I can hear where I start to struggle -- where I lose the specific rhythm of the narrative, or start to lose volume. I made some edits, some of which are almost seamless, and some, yeah, not.

Anyway, it was worth the attempt to learn more about the form.

The story (about 11 minutes long) is here.

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Audioblogs

Apr. 10th, 2017 06:31 pm
radiantfracture: Beadwork bunny head (Default)
I'm experimenting with creating audio versions of some of the journal entries here, especially fiction (and I guess poems, but I haven't done any of the poems). There are currently five tiny minipods -- podettes -- podines -- on SoundCloud.

I think this one turned out the best:

The hail story from February 24

More fictiony bits

Green and Red (from 2014)

The snowperson story from February 10

Non-fiction (as much as anything ever is)

April 5 journal entry (Reading)

March 12 journal entry (Park-hunting)

It is ok to laugh at the minimalist harmonica-based intro/outros -- it was what I had on hand when I had the inspiration.

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radiantfracture: Beadwork bunny head (Default)
This morning's freewriting produced this fragment.

In June I would sometimes climb onto the ruined trampoline )

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radiantfracture: In B&W, a man with touseled hair wrestles an alligator. Text reads "Wresting with my Muse, obviously" (writing)
You can hear everything that crosses the roof of the Beautiful Shed, including squirrels, cats, rain, raccoons, and hail. My sleep was thin last night; I think I heard each in turn and in combination. I definitely heard the hail sometime in the small hours. Therefore, here is another bit of a story about the cold, since it is on my mind.

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No particular title )

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Mostly I was wishing for the lyricism of a recent post of [personal profile] aldersprig's.

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Audio version of this post here.
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