Add Some Leather And A Few Questionable Morals And You Have Farscape.

If I'm not writing about space ships and cyborgs, I'm probably taking pictures of turkeys.

Sometimes I feel like this old gal Grumpy deserves her own fanfic.

In Light of Mother's Day

An unfortunate part of aging is learning about how to help your parents as they age, too.

My brother headed back to SC today, and tonight is the first night my mom is spending alone since my dad passed. Tomorrow is both her birthday and Mother's Day, so I just got off the phone with her to find out if she wanted company tomorrow. She is doing okay so far, and has shared that she is inspired to clean up the house and is also "writing about all the bullshit I've learned in the last two weeks."

My mom has always been an excellent writer, although her writing has typically encompassed horses and the Thoroughbred breeding farm she and my dad began operating in 2004. She has consistently used her social media to educate her followers on the realities of breeding and raising racehorses, sharing her joys and her wins, but never shying away from the unpleasantries and truth when things go wrong. I've always admired and wondered how my mom keeps going in spite of the many devastating setbacks they had with the horses over the years.

It seems now she is interested in taking a similar path and plans to help educate others in the processes of handling events following a death. She mentioned finding it cathartic, and I couldn't help but think this must be where my own interest in writing comes from. Just a few days before dad passed, she and I had been having a discussion on the phone about how she needed to write a book, and how she'd been told the same by so many people over the years (including me!) While I wish this could have happened under different circumstances, I am hopeful she will find this helpful as she moves forward, and that she will one day have something published.

That being said--my own writing may be a few days delayed this coming week, as I'm still running back and forth between my house and theirs to visit and as things come up. I'm hoping to get The Measure of Logic's chapter up tomorrow, since it's mostly written now, but I'd like to add a bit more substance before I post it. We shall see! Subversion Theory will probably be updated closer to the end of this week.

I know I don't need to explain this to anyone, and mostly I wanted to share my admiration for my mom this Mother's Day. Value your time with your loved ones--always.

Sometimes I get writing and realize people probably assume I am depressed and anxious and never leave my house--okay well actually the last one might be true but other than that, in reality I'm just out here having discussions about temporal mechanics and emergent sentient behavior with her:

Winter: -Does winterish things-

The Northeast: "HOW DARE YOU???"

Me, while defrosting: "My characters shall also suffer this sub-zero misery."

Seasons in NY have even less of an attention span than I do. Will it be winter? Spring? Is that my horse or a mud beast season? Invasive European Starlings swarming and making my house look like it needs an exorcism season? Nobody knows.

Snippet from my newbie that will start hitting AO3 in the next month or so

“I had to scuttle Hood today.” Michael exhaled, the heel of her palm digging into her forehead. She remembered the way Tilly had sounded in her call earlier that day. Broken. Hollow. That intractable optimism she’d tried so hard to hold onto when serving on Discovery was distant now, worn thin and feeble over time, every transmission more defeated than the last. Michael hadn’t wanted to give her up, hadn’t wanted to send her away. She worried for her, for the things that could happen now, the things beyond her control. But Starfleet was desperate for another captain–for someone brilliant and stubborn like Tilly, who wouldn’t mind the oldest, shittiest end of the Starfleet stick. The only vessel to survive the attack on the museum. The only one not connected to the core at the time. The only one Control hadn’t even tried to take, to corrupt or destroy, because she was just too goddamned old. But Franklin could fly, and that was all that mattered. If anyone could keep her alive in this kind of fight, it was Tilly.

Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Michael Burnham / Airiam, Michael Burnham / Control, Michael Burnham / Nhan

Synopsis:

Three years after the attack on Section 31 Headquarters, Starfleet and the Federation are on the brink. Planet after planet is falling to Control, every attack more devastating than the last. There are no patterns, no viable solutions to stop the carnage, and with their resources dwindling, the last Federation starships are at risk of being corrupted themselves.

But when the USS Discovery begins receiving encrypted transmissions from someone claiming to be Starfleet who seems to know everything about their enemy, Captain Michael Burnham is forced to decide whether their new source is truly an ally–or if Control is luring the Federation’s last bastion of hope into a trap.

Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic - Chapter 17 Posted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/168046552

“My Federation no longer abides by this decree,” she said, and this time, the electronic voice was lower, more thorny. The mechanics of her eyes ceased revolving as she and Janeway watched one another. “They sanctioned my research and my mission. We were losing the war against the Klingons. This was all we had left.” “It seems we won’t need any specialized equipment to locate our differences, then,” Janeway said in return, raising a brow. “War or not, meddling with this kind of tech is wrong.”

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Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager x Star Trek: Discovery

Relationship: Kathryn Janeway / Seven of Nine

Rating: Mature

Synopsis:

After Captain Janeway contracts an illness during an expedition to an uninhabited planet and orders USS Voyager to leave her behind, a certain hardheaded Astrometrics officer isn't so keen on abandoning her Captain. As Janeway and Seven learn to navigate the strange new dynamic forming between them, it becomes apparent that the planet they now call home has a much deeper story to tell--one that seems to defy logic, reality, and even the natural order of time itself. ----- This is a standalone fic but can be read as additional worldbuilding to my "For the Optics" series. Timeline runs about a year prior to the events of "A Binding of Stars."

Happy Monday, everyone. ***SOMEBODY*** did that thing again where she sneaks in and helps me with the muse to write an entire chapter in one afternoon, so, here you go!

The first time I realized Woolsey from Stargate was in Voyager I knew I was gonna love the show.

STAR TREK: VOYAGER (1995–2001)

I'm gonna do it, I know it.

Some of my processes for planning out fics...but fear not! I can't follow the multiple timeline things either 🥲