Because I'd like to have my bedroom back someday, I'm going to kick off a second ARC giveaway for Midnight Blue-Light Special. This one will be open until Monday, and is one of the ones that requires actual effort (sorry about that). This time, we're going visual! Make icons, do a photo manip, draw a picture, grab some friends and pose, whatever makes you happy. The rules:
1. The image must relate directly in some way to one of my available works. Meaning that both Velveteen and the Rose Marshall stories are eligible. Stage a hitchhiking ghost! Draw a bunny superhero! Or stick with InCryptid, or Toby, and have a blast!
2. LOLcats are also eligible.
3. Once your submission is prepared, link or post it on this entry. Feel free to explain what's going on.
4. That's all.
The winner will be chosen Monday, December 17th, via random number generator.
For some reason, this particular page keeps breaking my keyboard. Just this page. It's weird. (Typing this in a notepad program so that I can get all of the text to appear.)
For all I know, this page is cursed. I would have entered last night, but I discovered that at some point in the near past, the cats knocked my Wacom stylus into the trash (which has, of course, been thrown out since) and my tablet was gotten for me *mumblety* years ago, so replacements are hard-to-pricey to come by. And now is NOT a good time to have unexpected expenses. So I hope you like this, because I had to do it with a MOUSE, which is obnoxious when you've gotten used to the wonders of tablets.
This is the before-and-(years)after shot of the destruction of Redding, mentioned in passing in one of the Velveteen stories. If I'd had a contour map, the lake would undoubtedly be different. I'd planned a whole lot of excerpts from the Congressional report on the subject, primarily dealing with the immediate physical effects and geological aspects (which I've thought about on many of the drives along the boring stretch between Redding and Sacramento), but I think I'll just leave you with a bit of Heather McFarlane, passenger on the Coast Starlight.
"...We had been delayed by a freight shipment the night before, so our train was passing the north side of Mount Shasta at about 7:30 that morning. I was eating breakfast in the café car when Shastina seemed to shudder, and a cloud of mist rose up. Then the whole train rocked for a moment. The engineers hit the brakes, and as the train slowed, the top of the mountain started to collapse inward, like an imploding building. I'm sure that Mt. St. Helens was on everybody's mind as the train started swaying in oddly percussive winds, and I couldn't help but think, 'This is it. This is it.' "
(Um... geology is all interconnected. The rogue who destroyed Redding also rendered Lassen totally inactive, and Shasta (with its second peak Shastina) lost almost five thousand feet in height. Weed was never the same afterwards.)
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December 15 2012, 05:29:05 UTC 4 years ago
For all I know, this page is cursed. I would have entered last night, but I discovered that at some point in the near past, the cats knocked my Wacom stylus into the trash (which has, of course, been thrown out since) and my tablet was gotten for me *mumblety* years ago, so replacements are hard-to-pricey to come by. And now is NOT a good time to have unexpected expenses. So I hope you like this, because I had to do it with a MOUSE, which is obnoxious when you've gotten used to the wonders of tablets.
This is the before-and-(years)after shot of the destruction of Redding, mentioned in passing in one of the Velveteen stories. If I'd had a contour map, the lake would undoubtedly be different. I'd planned a whole lot of excerpts from the Congressional report on the subject, primarily dealing with the immediate physical effects and geological aspects (which I've thought about on many of the drives along the boring stretch between Redding and Sacramento), but I think I'll just leave you with a bit of Heather McFarlane, passenger on the Coast Starlight.
"...We had been delayed by a freight shipment the night before, so our train was passing the north side of Mount Shasta at about 7:30 that morning. I was eating breakfast in the café car when Shastina seemed to shudder, and a cloud of mist rose up. Then the whole train rocked for a moment. The engineers hit the brakes, and as the train slowed, the top of the mountain started to collapse inward, like an imploding building. I'm sure that Mt. St. Helens was on everybody's mind as the train started swaying in oddly percussive winds, and I couldn't help but think, 'This is it. This is it.' "
(Um... geology is all interconnected. The rogue who destroyed Redding also rendered Lassen totally inactive, and Shasta (with its second peak Shastina) lost almost five thousand feet in height. Weed was never the same afterwards.)