So with various WIPs going with the release of "Mischief Under the Mistletoe," I struggled with what to share this week. A friend stepped up to beta read Vala's Story and as she's Deaf, she's especially been helping with hearing loss story lines. I decided for this week that I'll skip way ahead in the Vala's Story timeline to share a freshly written scene from the spin-off "Vala's Hearing Loss."
-- ​Vala grabbed the boar bristle brush Simon had bought so many years ago, the ruby red, heart-shaped hair barrette, and the bottle of water for styling. She waved, "Hey" at Soma. Once her girl was looking at her, she pointed at the stool Simon had cut down special for her to use when doing her girl's hair. Setting her adorable little ass on the gleaming, dark wood of the stool, Soma placed her hands on her naked thighs. "Good girl," Vala signed before moving behind Soma. She spritzed water on the top and then worked down Soma's long hair before she began to brush. Soma held up her hand to fingerspell "Good" where Vala could see it. Throat vibrating with moans, Vala placed the spray bottle on her dressing table and started to brush Soma's beautiful hair. She breathed in deeply as she enjoyed the moments. "Beautiful girl," she murmured. Lifting her hand again, Soma made the ILY handshape. Vala smiled as she brushed her girl's hair. A few moments later, she put down the brush and grabbed the spray bottle again. She moistened Soma's hair before making three parts in her hair at the crown. Her fingers moved quickly as she braided the hair. Pausing at the nape of Soma's neck, she ordered aloud, "Pull forward." Soma leaned forward from the waist until her hair in Vala's hands grew taut again. Again with quick fingers, Vala worked her way down Soma's hair until the hair ran out and she wrapped one hand around the bottom of the braid while she grabbed the barrette with the other. She bit down on the clasp to spring it open before closing it on the tip of Soma's beautiful hair. She pressed kisses to either side of her girl's slender neck. She reached around to cup Soma's breasts, her right hand traveling up to the throat to feel her moans beneath her collar. Once Vala again stood in front of her, Soma signed, "Want to give myself to you, my Lady." "Yes, darling love. My throat feels dry tonight. You'll have to watch harder for my signs," Vala said before pressing her lips together. "Yes, my Lady," Soma signed. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy the other #WipItUpWednesday hoppers
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Woot! Well Masturbation Monday didn't happen today for me, but I'm doing my first "comment on a vlog script" type vlog. I don't believe this is quite what Rogan Shannon does with his website, but my pairing a vlog with a blog post was inspired by him. The sections in this shade of blue are my comments about the vlog script- sometimes things I realized after I finished recording that I stated incorrectly, sometimes just additional explanations. Haha! "Quick Library Haul"- yes, I managed over 10 minutes, even if I had only 4 books I talked about. Hey. So this is going to be a quick library haul. Um... "Forbidden Signs" by Douglass C. Baynton, I think. I unfortunately am not going to get to finish this book because it needed to be renewed on Friday and I didn't manage to. It's been really interesting though, it talked about in one chapter specifically about how the rise of oralism as a method of teaching Deaf and Hard of Hearing people arose along with more women becoming teachers. Well worth the read, even if I wasn't able to read it all before it has to go back to the library. Um... I'm feeling a little bit too... too much in terms of books about Deafness and sign language in general. It has to be very specific not to be something that is going to repeat something I've already read. Like another book in, that I have going. Let me grab it out of the bottom of the library pile. "Sounds Like Home: Growing Up Black and Deaf in the South." Now this is written by Mary Herring Wright. This one, I'm looking forward to because I haven't read more than one book on the experience, the very specific experiences of Black and Deaf people. And for my story "Two Houses" where Bea's parents are both Black and Deaf and grew up in the United States South before Jim Crow... errr. not before it but during Jim Crow and of course Bea herself is Hard of Hearing so I wanted to have that specific experience that she would have. Bea's identity has been the subject of much ponder for me. I started off writing thinking of her as a CODA- a child of Deaf adults. Well one important plot point is Bea's Meniere's Disease and hearing issues. For now, at least, I've switched to Hard of Hearing to describe Bea, even if she leans heavily towards being culturally Deaf. So that book hopefully, I will manage to finish it. And you see me shaking my head because my daughter just wandered out into the living room. And I'm hoping she will be quiet so I can actually get through this unscripted Library Haul. Now, I'm onto "Destined to Witness" by Hans J. Massaquoi. I'm... I'm still hoping that I'm guessing right on his pronunciation of his last name. Um... bi... a biracial boy. I'm not getting the picture too well for [squealing door interrupts the video]. Okay so my daughter felt the need to open the door, which very loud and squeally so I stopped. Hopefully I will be able to manage to edit most of that out. But "Destined to Witness." Um... I have about two weeks to finish this. Unfortunately I've already renewed it once. I'm hoping to get through it because I really enjoy World War 2... um... history. However, it is a 443-page book. It is an autobiography and there are no footnotes so I might do better actually finishing it in time. I hope so because, yes it is only October 15th, but we are quickly getting close to National Novel Writing Month in November. And I already have my idea and a really brief outline of ideas. I am a plantser even though I... I lean heaviest towards pantsing, but with how often I write characters who have different sexual and gender identities, that tends to be something that I need to consider beforehand. And I hope to do a short vlog about that soon. In case you aren't already familiar with National Novel Writing Month, let me give you some explanations. A pantser is someone who writes "by the seat of their pants"- in other words, without plots, outlines, character sketches, and such. A plotter is someone who writes with all these things- outlines and all. A plantser approaches writing somewhere in between those two poles and that's what I tend to do during NaNoWriMo. At this point in my vlog, I ended up talking about "No Plot? No Problem"- even though I was focused on library books and this is my book. I was able to treat myself a few years ago to an autographed copy from the NaNoWriMo store. Although it will be without books so there likely be Audrey dolly rather than me, me trying to um... just deal with my face on [mumbled] camera. "No Plot? No Problem!" by Chris Baty. I... I'm reading it again. I probably have memorized portions of it. That is... written by Chris Baty who created the National Novel Writing Month. And that book is such a wonderful guide and it has helps in it. I appreciate the fact that there are helps specific to each week of National Novel Writing Month and the problems and possibilities of each week are outlined with suggestions. He also goes into some things to do with your book after National Novel Writing Month is finished. Um... I have never managed to very successfully get through his after-NaNo suggestions, but I have found them enjoyable. And finally the last library book I have on hand right now: "Finding Zoe" {mumbles} The subtitle is: "A Deaf woman's story of identity, love, and adoption." By Brandi Rarus and Gail Harris. This one, I'm looking forward to. I had gotten into a place where I... there were at least two or three different Deaf culture books that I didn't finish one that was about... didn't even start one that was about parenting Deaf children. And I did not finish one called "Made to Hear." Um... you'll have to go to my other Library Haul and I'll put that link up in a card for you. But I understood that the author of "Made to Hear" was... approached learning about cochlear implants as an ethn...ethnographer. I have just killed that word. Sorry. But she was an observer. She wasn't trying to fix things. And I find a lot of the process of getting a cochlear implant to be very offensive. It's one thing if cochlear implants are used as tools to help. Both Amanda McDonough [her name is a clickable link to go to her vlog about still being Deaf even with a CI] and um... Leah Coleman have talked at some point about how wonderful cochlear implants have been for them as a tool. But it doesn't mean that those women aren't Deaf anymore. Deafness is still part of their identity. And the many hearing professionals who try erase Deaf identity through cochlear implants, I think they're going in entirely the wrong direction. Let me see... oh and I actually went through all of my books. But "Finding Zoe," when I talked about how I was frustrated with the "Made to Hear" book. And I didn't manage to get through Harlan Lane's um... that also you'll have to see the title because it was in my other library haul and I can't remember it. But, I tried to read something that Harlan published, wrote and published on his own before "A Journey into the Deaf-World." And I quickly got frustrated. It was too much that I had already read countless times before. And this time, it was by a hearing person. And no matter how supportive Harlan Lane is or was- I'm not sure if he's still alive. I have to look that up in a second. But no matter how supportive Harlan is of Deaf people and the Deaf community, he's still a hearing person and his opinion only counts for so much, in my opinion. I wanted to expound on this a bit more: I know it seems messy, but from my social justice understanding, as a hearing person, my place is to lift up the voices of Deaf/Hard of Hearing people where possible because I have systemic privilege that they don't. That said, I don't think I or any other hearing person's opinions on Deaf culture matter that much, certainly not more than any DHH's person's opinion. So while some people will listen more to a hearing person (like in this case, Harlan Lane), I'm more interested in what DHH people themselves have to say about their lives. But um... so I'm through my books and I should read and actually write something today. And I have church in a few hours since I go to Church of the Larger Fellowship, the online UU church. And I will leave you there. Please consider my Patreon, my Ko-fi. These are all wonderful ways that you can help me to be able to produce vlogs and books and blog posts. And of course if you want to enjoy my website where you can read all sorts of free fiction that I've put out there, in addition to finding my buy links for the different books I have published. And Apple Jack will say hi quick. And because you haven't seen her yet today, here is Audrey dolly. [Silly voice] Hi!. And that was pretty silly so I'm going to ask that you enjoy all of my social media links and reach out, comment here please. I love talking to people. And I will wish you a good day. And I hope your week is as good as mine.
It's late on Tuesday; I figured since I'm not writing, I should get this post ready. There's this post and one more beyond waiting; I'm debating whether I want to grab some of a scene I teased Meredith with- or make her wait until I finish the book and publish it. I'm continuing to study ASL and consume books about Deaf culture so here's hoping after I finish a short story, I'll be ready for more "Two Houses" writing before we get to November and Nanowrimo, which I already have a plan for.
I jumped ahead to Teal spending the night the first time at Bea's house. -- Gentle shaking woke me. I opened my eyes to see Bea sitting next to me. She had pulled her hair into a wrap like Gareth's mom's silk bonnet; she smelled like extra bunches of roses. Must be her leave-in. "Go to bed with me," Bea signed. "Don't worry about blankets now," she said. I pushed aside the blankets and followed after her. Her master bedroom in the same place as mine, I paused when she reached in to turn on the overhead light. I rushed back to the living room and turned off all but one lamp. "Good girl," Bea signed when I returned to her bedroom. She pointed near her closet and I noticed her walker for the first time. Her voice a rasp, she voiced, "I need you to make a habit of bringing it into the room we're in." "Yes, Ma'am," I signed. "Get undressed and join me in bed," she signed. Linen socks and slacks pushed to the ground, I paused and met her gaze. "Get undressed," she repeated with slightly more forceful movements. I rushed to pull my shirt off, to slide my lingerie off. "Come here," she signed. I kicked my clothes into a pile beside the wall and walked to her on trembling legs. Gasping, I leaned gently into her embrace for a long moment before we tumbled down to her bed together. "I want..." Her voiced words trailed off. She grasped my hip and rolled me onto my stomach. Her finger moved down my jaw, encouraging me to look at her beautiful face. "Five spanks," she signed, her eyebrows moving up as if to ask if I figured out her second sign. Lifting my right hand and upper body off the bed, I signed, "Yes, Ma'am." I relaxed back flat to her bed, my face pressing into one of the black cased pillows at the head of her bed. She cupped my right butt cheek. Her fingers pressed deep into my skin, into the muscle as if claiming me. I tried to register the force of her slaps, but they came too fast for my mind to label them anything but "oh ow that feels good and too much and ow." I shuddered against the bed. I turned my head to look at her. "Good girl," she signed. She turned off the overhead light and slid into bed before pulling the comforter over us. Releasing my held breath, I snuggled against her. She sets how much. At least when she's not feeling well. I hoped for her to hold me. My still tingling butt pressed against her mound felt so very good. I kissed her finger when she pressed it against my lips. I pressed back against her when she wrapped her arm around my chest, the underside of her forearm pressing against my breasts. She kissed the nape of my neck as she stroked my chest. Feeling such peace, I quickly fell back asleep. Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy the other #WipItUpWednesday hoppers
So at 11:45pm EST I realized I hadn't signed up yet LOL. I quickly remedied that and came over to my blog creator to actually create the post :D . Camp Nano sucks bad; although I'm hoping to again have a Camp Nano update vlog up so I can share the link in the #WipItUpWedneday post like last week. Depression, life stresses, bad period have largely been at fault this week. But the story progresses, even if very slowly so I wonder if I'll actually complete Camp even with the smaller goal of 40K words in a month.
I decided to skip ahead to the first few moments of Bea (woman in the wheelchair) and Teal (the narrating I of my story) talking in Teal's living room; Tiny is Teal's cat. "Hello?" A deep, melodic called out from the other side of the screen door. Tiny struggled out of my arms before jumping onto the back of the sofa. I turned from the belly up to see Bea standing in the black oval outline of the screen door. My heart lurched up into my throat. "Come in." My hands pushed into my thighs; I needed to learn so much more ASL vocabulary. Bea smiled as she used the handle to open the screen door. "I'm hearing if you were worried about your sentence. I'm fluent in ASL because my parents are both Deaf; that was my dad you saw signing to me. However your sentence would have been easily signed." She made fists of her hands, just the index fingers out, the palms up, and moved her fingers in a 'come here' gesture. Then she held her left hand like a C and stuck her right hand into it. Repeating the gestures, I returned Bea's smile. "I'm sad to say that I only know a tiny bit of ASL so far." "Maybe I can help. It seems the bank is desperate to sell that house so you may have me as a neighbor." "A neighbor?" I echoed and then clapped my hands over my suddenly hot cheeks. "I like your flag." "Why were you using a wheelchair?" I closed my eyes, my foot solidly if metaphorically shoved into my fool mouth. "Sh," Bea soothed as she sat on the little sofa beside me. "So guessing that the bi Pride flag is yours, I'm also going to guess that you are still rather average." She took my hand between her hands and brushed her thumb over my knuckles. "While I didn't inherit my parents' deafness, I did just recently receive a diagnosis of Meniere's Disease, explaining a few years' worth of ringing in my ears and balance problems." "I'm sorry I was so insensitive to ask about the wheelchair." "Might I ask if my guess was correct? Are you bisexual?" "Um, yes. Is your dad still here?" She laughed. "My dad went to take my mom out. So let me match your intrusive question about my wheelchair by asking if you are single, married, monogamous, polyamorous?" Powered by Linky Tools Click here to enjoy the other wondeful #WipItUpWednesday hoppers |
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