I was reading this article the other day…

I turned 31 last week. I’m having such a blast with this whole ‘getting older’ thing. I took a week off work and also had a nice party where I saw all my lovely friends, wore a pair of ridiculous shoes and had a whole bunch of fun. I love any excuse to gather together my amazing friends and chatter and drink and eat and all that other merry stuff. I should do it more often.

The only picture I thought to take at my birthday. Yes, those are pint glasses of cider. Yes, I drank quite a few of them. Yes, I drank them through a straw. It is just easier (and faster!) that way.

The only picture I thought to take at my birthday. Yes, those are pint glasses of cider. Yes, I drank quite a few of them. Yes, I drank them through a straw. It is just easier (and faster!) that way.

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You may have noticed I’m not blogging as much lately. I’m okay with that: I have decided I really only want to blog when I have something specific to say. Forcing myself to blog really opened me up, got words flowing, gave me confidence in my writing abilities and for that I am so happy. But it takes up so much time and at times can be a bit of a chore. My punishing schedule was starting to feel like just that: a punishment. I’m liking the idea of making a post when I feel the desire to. Maybe that desire will come every day. Maybe it will be just once a week. Who knows?

So, seeing as it is a Monday, here’s a couple of awesome things that I have been reading lately. Enjoy!

From The Verge, a truly astounding article on face transplants. This piece from Wired is about the Coffee Rust epidemic, and what it means for we java addicts out there.

Via the Guardian, a fleet of immaculately preserved Bronze Age boats have been uncovered in a quarry outside Peterborough. From BBC News, a look into the issue of synthetic drugs and what one country is trying to do about the problem.

Finally, from Daily Life, an opinion piece from Clementine Ford about Adrian Bayley, the murder of Jill Meagher and how the media/community treats the issue of abuse/murder of sex workers.

Read anything great this week? What do you think about less vs more when it comes to blogging? Wanna wish me a happy birthday? Let me know in the comments!

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Flash Fiction Challenge: ABC meets XYZ

I am proud to say that I actually wrote something this week! Shock! Horror! I was inspired to take part in the latest Flash Fiction Challenge on Chuck Wendig’s blog: It’s ABC meets XYZ. I chose two titles from a list of twenty popular movies, TV shows and books (the ones that popped out to me were The Handmaid’s Tale and Reservoir Dogs.) Using those two influences as a starting point, I came up with this (very rough) short.

Flash Fiction written in a flash!

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712

The door opened, but BU-712 hadn’t realised it was a door before this, so it took her a few seconds to wrap her head around it. To see something she’d always thought so solid breached, it sort of tipped the world over. Doctor Chen had to touch her on the shoulder to bring her out of the shock, but then, 712 had never been touched on the shoulder, or really anywhere, before, so that sent her into a new state of shock. She stared slackly at the hand on her skin and then up into the Doctor’s eyes.

“Look, you have to keep your mouth shut and follow me, okay?”

“Yes, Doctor.” Used to following instructions, 712 stood and followed Doctor Chen out through the new door and into what lay beyond. A hallway reached far off, but her eyes and brain couldn’t communicate the notion of ‘distance’, so she stared down at the back of the Doctor’s head. Up close Doctor Chen was almost a whole foot shorter than her and 712′s eyes fused to the sharp part in the Doctor’s hair, a pale white stripe in amongst the glossy black strands. It still felt like there was a glass screen between them and she reached out, expecting to feel the cool barrier. She didn’t. Her hand kept reaching until her fingers sank into Doctor Chen’s ponytail. The doctor turned and pushed her hand down.

“Later. There will be time for wonder and discovery and all that shit, but not until we get out of here, got it?” 712 didn’t really get it, but she could tell Doctor Chen wanted her to nod, so she did. It was the right thing to do because the Doctor turned back around and kept walking and 712 smiled.

She lay a hand on her belly because the moving thing was happening again. Sometimes her belly was small, sometimes it was bigger, but at this moment it was very big indeed and when it was all stretched out and round like this, whatever was in there moved. It wasn’t very comfortable. She couldn’t wait for the morning when she would wake up and the belly would be gone along with whatever it was that wiggled around in there. It was such a nice feeling, the emptiness, but it didn’t last long. The belly always came back. It was hard to walk with the moving thing happening, plus 712 had never walked this far before and her legs were starting to hurt.

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Doctor Chen stopped and 712 paused behind her. They had come to another door and the Doctor slid her card into the slot to make it hiss open. 712 liked the sound. Behind it stood a man in grey who barred the way with his rifle poised diagonally across his chest.

“Out of the way, Riggers. You’ve been paid,” said Doctor Chen. The man licked his lips and pulled himself up a little taller.

“The price has gone up, Chen.” He said, and his lips twisted into a grin. The smile didn’t last long. Doctor Chen stepped forward, distracting him with one hand as the other swept over and her elbow connected with his nose. There was a sick crunching sound that echoed up the hallway. He barely had time to inhale for a scream of surprise and pain before the Doctor triggered her laser with a gentle hiss. The hole in his temple smoked a little. 712 pressed her hands together and while she didn’t quite smile, her lips did tilt in an upwards direction.

“That was wonderful, can you do it again?”

The Doctor glared at her as she stuffed the guards body into a storeroom.

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712 had never been inside a place so big before, or so cold. She was used to the white walls of her pod and an ambient temperature. It was too dark to see what colour the walls were, but the floor was packed dirt. She reached down to touch it and brought the floor colour back on her fingertips, then wiped her hands on her pale gown, spreading the stain further. Doctor Chen sat at a table by the door, smoking an electronic cigarette. She blew big clouds of vapour that wafted up through the spot of light from a bare hanging bulb and disappeared into the darkness above.

Finally the door clicked open.

“You’re late, Yarick.” Chen clicked the cigarette off. Yarick stretched out in the chair opposite, placing one filthy boot up on the table with a thud.

“Forget it, Chen. What do you have for me?”

Doctor Chen leant forward, interlacing her fingers on the tabletop. “The foetus is almost at full term. Healthy. Baby boy. The host is healthy too. Fertile, if you want her for breeding. If you’ve got anything else in mind, she’s engineered to be obedient. She will do whatever you want her to, you know how these breeding units are. Two point seven mil for the pair.” Yarick snorted, but the Doctor shook her head. ‘That’s the final offer, Yarick. I incurred a large number of expenses breaking her out, and I still need to turn a profit. I don’t work for free.”

Yarick glowered at her, but nodded. “It’s a done deal.” He put his hand out to shake, but even from halfway across the big room, 712 could see the lie in his eyes. The laser hissed gently, muffled as it was, pressed into Doctor Chen’s gut. She cried out, pressing her own laser beneath Yarick’s chin. They both fell at the same time.

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Yarick lay still from the moment he fell, but Doctor Chen took a long time to stop moving. 712 watched through the hours, feeling cold and hungry but at a loss as to what to do about it. The Doctor panted and groaned and called, a big, blackish puddle spreading out from under her. When she was finally still, 712 stood and paced around the big, empty room. She walked through the puddle that came from Doctor Chen and it was cold and thick, clinging to her feet. As she opened the door a harsh wind lifted the hem of her gown and she doubled over as the thing inside her belly began to move again.

Thanks for the inspiration, Chuck! Follow his blog, Terrible Minds, to take part in his awesome Flash Fiction challenges.

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Author Interview Link: Lauren Beukes & The Shining Girls

I started reading Lauren Beukes’ The Shining Girls yesterday and a few hours later, Chuck Wendig posted this interview with the author over at his blog, Terrible Minds.

It’s got a really cool premise (which straddles the genres of thriller/serial-killer/time travel magnificently) and I’m enjoying it so far, so it was great to get some input from the author about her motivations and the inspirations behind the book. In answer to the question what she loved most about The Shining Girls, Beukes said this:

“The women. All of them, how they’re sharp and bright and curious and ready to set the world alight in some small way, and if they’re scared, they find a way to push through that.”

A fine sentiment indeed.

Check out the interview with Lauren Beukes over at Chuck Wendig’s blog, and maybe join me in reading The Shining Girls!

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One of ‘The Fears’: Wasted Potential and the Well Running Dry

I get ‘The Fear’ from time to time. Not as often as before, (which is fucking great by the way) but often enough for it to still hold some sway over my life. There are so many different variants of ‘The Fear’ to choose from, but the one I’m dealing with at the moment is the specific ‘potential’ fear.

Look at how much potential this day has. Better not waste it, Molly, or you'll be in trouble.

Look at how much potential this day has. Better not waste it, Molly, or you’ll be in trouble.

This  is a relatively new fear that I’ve fashioned for myself. In times past I didn’t really see that I had much potential. Isn’t that gross and sad? Now I know better and I’ve turned what should be a wondrous new-found belief in myself and the inherit potential in my talents and my abilities into a brand-spanking-new fear! Of course I fucking have!

Those times when I have what is no doubt a simple creative lull, I  feel like I’m letting myself down. I’ve been sick lately, still in pain from my neck and I don’t have any present story idea rolling around. So when I wake up with an awful headache and don’t really feel much like writing, instead of going easy on myself, I get mad. After all, it was years of going easy on myself that got me nowhere!

What is a simple few days not outputting at the level I’ve been at for a while now becomes some kind of transgression against my new-found dedication. I become angry at myself for not fulfilling my potential. I rail at myself for not working hard enough. And this dissatisfaction with myself turns into a whole bunch of negativity that compounds the problem.

Quick, write! You are running out of time!

Quick, write! You might be running out of time!

At heart, I think this feeling is also fear that the creativity I’ve been pouring out lately is just a fluke. Like I had this great time of feeling inspired, spilling out words and doing the thing that I love, but it will just go back to how it was before when I was someone who was good at writing but who didn’t write. It’s a base fear that my creativity will dry up, as if it has some intangible limit that I get to use until it runs out .

I know it’s silly. But, they wouldn’t be irrational fears if they were rational, now would they?

Do you get this kind of fear too? How do you think one finds a balance between being too easy and too hard on yourself?

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Tunes and Stuff: …Like Clockwork

I don’t often write about music, though it is such a huge part of my life. But seeing as this blog is rather niche-less, I figure I’ll write about what I damn well like. Hence, tunes.

Josh Homme, the Queens of the Stone Age frontman, is a tall, rangy, ginger-haired demon from Joshua Tree with a honeywhiskey sex-voice that makes me want to do delicious and terrible things. There, I admitted it. Out of the two sex dreams I have ever had, one was about this rock and roll man-god. Okay, we’ve got that out-of-the-way. I find the dude sexy. Watch this, and you might too:

Anytime, anywhere indeed. But this is not about Era Vulgaris, their last album (which this song is taken from), because QotSA just released something new, and being in possession of ears, I am, of course, way into it.

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…Like Clockwork is one of those albums that grows on you. On my first listen I thought, “These songs all sound the same!” But I was wrong. And I listened more. I put it in my car. I played it on my iPod on the way to work. The songs don’t sound the same at all, but they do have a really distinctive feel: a quintessential overarching audio Queens-ness. It’s a heavy, sexy, dreamy, stoned kinda sonic vibe, and I’m digging it. I’m digging it hard.

“Plenty of bands handicap themselves by trying to be the Heaviest Group on the Planet. Homme’s genius is that he long ago realized that the lane was wide open to be the Sexiest Heavy Group on the Planet, and he’s achieved this goal without looking corny… [a] blend of seduction and destruction…” (From the review on Spin.com)

Highlights for me are the first single, My God is the Sun, which is possessed of a thumping, sing-along chorus. Kalopsia has that fuzzy-stoner-dreamy kind of feel that QotSA does so well. Fairweather Friends drives at a great pace (with Sir Elton John along for the ride.) My very favourite is I Appear Missing, of which Rolling Stone said:  “stoner-paranoia rock… has the doomed, heady feel of a gas leak verging on explosion: Josh Homme’s velvety moan personifies exquisite torture, and the chorus riffs comes on like an army of fire ants.” It’s got interludes of a floaty, kinda trippy mood, coupled with grinding guitars and Homme’s  smooth wail. “It’s only falling in love because you hit the ground…”

Here’s a three-minute excerpt from the song, featuring beautiful/disturbing artwork by Boneface, animated by Liam Brazier.

Listen to this album. Get high and listen to this album. Get sexy and listen to it. Put it in your car and drive around, holding an epic concert on the road (not while high, though. Or sexy for that matter, that could get dangerous too.) I give …Like Clockwork a million stars out over the Palm Desert sky.

Love QotSA too? Heard their new album? What did you think?

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I was reading this article the other day…

Another Molly weekend. The weather was terrible, but that didn’t dampen my spirits, just my shoes.

You know how I was all like “I’m totally not going to Sydney for a bunch of weeks because of reasons like responsibility and finances,” well: I ended up going there twice this week. Crap. I actually kicked my revelries off on Thursday by nipping into the city to see a screening of Joss Whedon’s Much Ado About Nothing at the Dendy. All of my fellow Whedonites joined me (we took up an entire row) and we all really enjoyed the film. Not only was it a treat to see actors from the Whedonverse, but it was a great adaptation of the play and the dialogue flowed beautifully.

On Saturday night I went to Circular Quay for the Vivid festival. Of course, because nothing I ever do is simple or straightforward, it rained the whole time. My friends and I braved it and despite the fact that my shoes turned into little portable puddles, I had a really wonderful time. We threaded through the crowds (which eased off as it got later) laughed and gawked at pretty lights (oooo, shiny!), drank cider and went to a great cafe by the water (pancakes for dinner are the best!)

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The MCA was probably my highlight.

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Luminous Piano

Crazy coloured mirror land, most often occupied by high teenagers tripping out on the lights... In fact, the whole festival seemed to cater to the wasted crowd.

Crazy coloured mirror-land, most often occupied by high teenagers tripping out on the lights… In fact, the whole festival seemed to cater spectacularly to the wasted crowd.

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Light Grass

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You know, like…cubes.

The Vivid festival is on for one more week and I highly recommend it. Hopefully the precipitation eases up a bit for the final week.

Sunday the weather was so awful that there was nothing else for it besides eating, slothing and watching Battlestar Galactica on Blu-Ray. I ate a monstrous plate of nachos for lunch and felt wonderful about that decision until about 11.30 Sunday night when I was struck by a bout of mild food poisoning. I never thought my beloved nachos would do anything to hurt me, but I was wrong. I’m blaming the sour cream. I’m still rather tender in the stomach-region and home from work, tummy gurgling and bored as hell.

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Monday! Articles! Read stuff and know things!

Eight percent of people tested in a recent study had a midtarsal break in their foot, meaning that their feet are ‘chimp-like‘, more flexible and suited for tree-climbing (via io9). From the Guardian, scientists have estimated that a trip to Mars may deliver a dose of radiation that is 2/3 the safe lifetime limit.

From Nat Geo, a look at parthenogenesis and embryonic diapause as the mystery birth of an ant-eater is explored. By way of Cosmos Magazine, scientists in Canada have found their samples of 400-year old Moss, frozen beneath a glacier, have started growing again. Via The Telegraph, a new theory that woman will eventually evolve out of menopause to bear children later in life.

Finally, a great piece by Clementine Ford from Daily Life that talks about how Facebook tolerates what they dismiss as merely ‘offensive humor’ and how rape jokes reveal a seething culture of misogyny.

Read anything great this week? How was your weekend? Been to the Vivid Festival? Wanna comfort me with nice words because I’m sick? All that can go in the comments below!

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Connection: My Uninterrupted Net Presence & Why I’m Always Online

If you ever want to find me, just come online. Don’t worry – I’ll be there more often than not.

I don’t know if this is healthy. I don’t know if this is the right way to be a proper person. However, this is the way it is, and I don’t feel bad about it. I net. It’s just what I do.

It’s not the only thing I do. I fill my time with plenty of junk (Actual exercise! Outdoor things! Being creative! Interacting with other humans!) that enriches me and fulfils me as a person. I just so happen to also be connected to the web most of the time as well. I mean, I have a smartphone and I’m on the net all day at work and all night at home my little wireless net connection is plugging away happily, linking me to the rest of the world.

The exciting, modern Internet! (Source)

There’s a lot of concern these days about the amount of time people spend online. I’m always coming across articles about how the online life is taking away from the real life. How people are super connected with everyone on the Internet, but lacking in the in real meat world. Me? I say not so.

I live at least an hour and a half away from 95 per cent of my friends. I live alone. I live in a little town where there are only a few people I feel I have anything at all in common with. And even though I dig my own company and I fill my time up with stuff and my cat is pretty entertaining, sometimes I get lonely. Sometimes I need people. Sometimes I want to feel a connection to a particular person, or to just someone, or to just anyone. And when I get that feeling, all I need to do is click.

Not too long ago I went through a pretty rough time. In the most grim of these moments, I needed people. I’d open a chat window or an email or send out a tweet. “Tell me I’m not a monster. Tell me I’m okay,” and they would. I was so surprised and simultaneously not surprised at all. I could have called these people on the phone. I could have jumped in my car and driven the distance to them, and most likely found this connection too, after all, my friends are good people. But would I have done it? I don’t know.

Everyone knows the whole notion of a ‘keyboard warrior’, the troll, someone who will say things online that they maybe wouldn’t say in real life. Well, that works both ways. I’m bolder online. I’m better at asking for the things that I want and need. (Just ponder the psychological ramifications of this and all the things this might say about me: “cough, cough, crippling fear of rejection, splutter…”)

I want to be able to do the same thing for other people. Be there, even if it’s only via a laptop screen. Because it means something.

Now, I could get into how I’ve taught myself innumerable things via the amazing resource that is the Internet (All manner of story research! How I did an online Tafe Course! Photoshop! Ukulele! That one time we were really wasted and suddenly and mysteriously needed to learn all about gravity!) I could tell you about how I feel informed daily by news and opinion sites, personal blogs, article links on friends Facebook walls, twitter links. The cool new music and movies and shows I’ve discovered on a click-through-voyage. I could tell you about the awesome things I’ve experienced that I never would have found out about if I hadn’t been online at the right place in the right moment.

But this isn’t about that. This is about people.

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Like how a guy in Canada and I talk almost daily about awesome shit like sci-fi books and dogs and tell each other gross stories and I consider him one of my closest friends, even though we’ve never met. Or how last night I went to a movie with a girl I hadn’t seen since I was 16 because I announced on Facebook that I had a spare ticket and she likes being a nerd too.  Like how much easier it is to wrangle a dinner or a meet up of ten busy people when you can just add them to a conversation and finagle the details that way.  Or how, when I through a bunch of awful and was all alone and had no idea how to even begin to know what to do next, chat boxes would pop up now and then with people checking that I was okay.

Folks say the nature of human connectedness is changing. But is it really to our detriment? Me? I’ve never felt closer to people in my whole life, even though physically I’ve never been further away.

Do you net too? Do you feel this new kind of connectedness is better, worse or just different?

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