Musings & Such

Andora Brokaw lives at a ski area in Washington state with her partners and an assortment of pets. When not writing, she’s likely to be found with a crochet hook in her hand or skis on her feet.

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  • Spices in the Wind

    The weather has turned to autumn, which in my part of the world means we’re starting to flirt with freezing. In fact, there are several nights in the week’s forecast with lows that will hopefully frost the life out of the plants that have been doing their best to make me miserable over the last fortnight or so. So the days of having my windows open to cool the house with wind (we don’t have air-conditioning) are behind me this year. Which is good by me; I’m a winter spirit.

    But an incident from the windy-times stands out in my head as I try not to be frustrated with myself this week. I was standing at my kitchen island seasoning potatoes. And every time I tried to sprinkle my chaotically crafted herbal blend (comprised of some of this, some of that, a bit more of this thing than I’d meant to put in, maybe some salt? etc) the wind gusted through the screen door, rushing its way towards the the open upstairs window and blowing my seasonings right at me.

    Humans can be stubborn once they start a task, so I didn’t get a face full of things that were meant for potatoes only once. It happened at least three times before I realized I should close the dang door for a minute.

    This relates to my problem with the entire first half of October. The wind isn’t blowing my spices everywhere except onto my food, but circumstances beyond my control are interfering with my productivity. (Content Warning: The follow may count as a rant.)

    First, there was worry about North Carolina. My mother’s from Spruce Pine, she had family members it took days to contact and relief was initially having to come in by helicopter because all of the roads were gone. Even sitting on the other side of the continent, it was distracting. A friend observed that being worried about people you know not surviving a natural disaster is a perfectly reasonable excuse for distraction, and he wasn’t wrong. But it was frustrating.

    Then my body freaked out on me. I lose several days a month to the intensity of my periods, yet I act surprised and frustrated with myself over it every single cycle.

    Then my allergies went into overdrive thanks to whatever it is that thinks its right to reproduce trumps my right to breath.

    And now I’m experiencing fatigue, brain fog, and a multiday headache. Because menopause has meant I get to have a few days of that midcycle now. Gee, thanks, body.

    And the house is a disaster. Which drains my energy further. And which is hard to do anything about when I’m already exhausted and hurting, and my partners are either busy or also struggling.

    Basically the last few weeks have been nonstop things I didn’t ask for draining my energy to the point that when I do get work on my novels done, it’s slow and laborious. Toss in the detail that I’m suffering from a lack of focus due to the detailed feedback my partner was supposed to give me on the draft I was *supposed* to spend this month working on still not being something I possess, because she’s also having health nonsense and focus issues going on… It would be stranger if I felt like I *had* accomplished anything.

    So, yeah. I haven’t been productive this month. I’m frustrated with myself. And listing the legitimate challenges that have contributed to the situation makes me feel like I’m whining and creating excuses, that I need to just shut up and get things done. And THAT goes back to a lot of baggage and unhealthy messaging from childhood that I’m not going to delve into now.

    I’m pretty sure I need to close the dang window. I just can’t figure out which one is open.

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  • Romantasy from L. Rowyn

    Searches for polyamorous romantasy novels are frequently overwhelmed by erotica and unhealthy harem stories. To help with that, I’m starting a series on polyamorous romantasies I’ve enjoyed. If you have any recommendations, please feel free to contact me on one of the social links over in the sidebar or by commenting here. (Note: I prefer closed door sex over explicit scenes, but can handle a little bit of graphic detail provided it isn’t one of the primary focuses of the work.)

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    First up, I’d like to present an adorably sweet pair of triad romances by L. Rowyn. These books are set in the same fantasy world and there are characters who appear in both. They stand alone, but I recommend you read them in order. (Although if you’re only going to read one of them, I actually preferred the second.)

    Both books feature positive pan/bisexual representation, respectfully handled neurodiversity, and trans-positive messaging. Their themes are about being true to oneself, helping others be true to themselves, and the importance of respect and communication with those you love.

    They both contain brief sex scenes, but are for the most part sweet romances.

    Cover of The Princess, Her Dragon, and Their Prince by L. Rowyn

    The Princess, Her Dragon, and Their Prince starts out with a bang as a princess must help her people flee a dragon who has decided to conquer her kingdom. No, not the dragon from the title. That dragon has been peacefully living in the woods outside the castle for some time now and is madly in love with the princess, whom she helps escape.

    This princess isn’t the type to hide in a tower and wait for her fate. Seeing a chance to gain parental approval to marry her girlfriend, she talks her parents into offering her hand in marriage to whomever slays the usurper and sets about planning to make sure it’s her beloved who manages it. There’s a slight complication, though: they need help from a childhood friend who would very much like to claim that prize himself. Lucky for the three of them, this isn’t the kind of romantic triangle where one person gets left sad and lonely, but getting to a happy ending involves overcoming a lot of assumptions, expressing a ton of honesty, and summoning no small amount of bravery.

    (Note: The Mortal Prince and the Moon Etherium is a prequel novelette of 15,000 words about the prince’s journey to affirming his gender identity. It adds depth to his backstory but isn’t required to understand his character.)

    The cover of The Lord, His Monster, and Their Lady by L. Rowyn

    The Lord, His Monster, and Their Lady takes place after the events of the first book and follows a minor character from that one. This is a book for anyone who ever read a Regency Gothic novel and thought it would be better with polyamory, magic, and queerness. When a sweet young noblewoman from a disgraced house marries a lord who’s haunted by his past, she’s instantly drawn into a number of mysteries. First and foremost, what happened to his previous wife? Is it related to whatever he gets up to in the part of the house neither she nor the servants are allowed to enter? And what is the deal with the intense, and extremely attractive, antlered man who was once his friend?

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    L. Rowyn has written other polyamorous stories that I’ll talk about later, but if you want to learn more about them or their author, you can check out her website at https://ladyrowyn.com/.

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  • 10/02/24 Meeting Transcript

    Snow Kiss: Excuse me? I was under the impression you were going to be revising me, but you seem to be NOT DOING THAT. What gives?

    Me: So, I missed a lot of goals last week due to a combination of things, including a deep concern about my mother’s hometown being destroyed by flooding and the fact it was several days before all my relatives were accounted for.

    I’d Rather Not Be Dead: Wait. Do you mean Spruce Pine? The town that inspired my setting was flooded???

    Me: And the entire region it’s in. Know that bridge Pine Bridge was named for? The real one’s gone now. And the fictitious one probably would be, too.

    Snow Kiss: Who the rot are you?

    Me: She’s one of the YA novels I wrote as Andrea Marie Brokaw. And don’t curse at your siblings, especially when they just got news like that. How would you feel if the inspiration for Niaretya fell victim to a natural disaster?

    Snow Kiss: It hasn’t though. Which means you’re sitting in a nice, safe house right now. From which you SHOULD BE WORKING ON ME.

    Me: I’ve only put you off for a week. I’m waiting on a beta who needed an extension anyway.

    Shadow Kiss Act 3: I’m okay with the part of the delay that was you being worried about people. But, you also created a new Scrivener project I noticed you working on.

    Me: Uh, yeah. So that’s a short story I’m describing as Polyamorous Lesbian Dragons in Space. I was going to rush through it to get into a critique group, but that got moved forward a week and there’s no way I’ll be ready. Which at least takes pressure off.

    Polyamorous Lesbian Dragons in Space: I’m a short story? Are you certain?

    Me: No, actually. You’re supposed to be, because I wanted to submit you to a short story anthology, but you seem bigger.

    Polyamorous Lesbian Dragons in Space: Really think I’m at least a novella…

    Me: We’ll see. I want to complete you as though you’re a short story and see if you feel rushed and incomplete before declaring you longer fiction. I’ve always been bad at short though. The first novel I ever wrote was supposed to be a short story, too.

    Act 3: So you can work on me this week if you’re not aiming for that critique group you mentioned, yesno?

    Me: It does allow me to shift the priority this week to you, yes. And if y’all will excuse me, I’d like to get on with that. It’s 1340 and all I’ve done is clean the house, talk to my bank, and have this little talk with you. I need to get that last scene in Chapter 25 replaced with something that still works. Toodles!

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  • Meet Kaz

    Happy Banned Books Week! As a writer, I clearly have opinions on banning books. (It’s BAD. Duh.) Another profession that generally comes with opinions on book bans is that of librarian. Which takes me to the first of a series on introducing my characters.

    An elf reads a book in a forest. (Why in a forest rather than a library or his living room? We have no way of knowing.)

    This is not my character. This is an image I yanked off of the Fantasy Flight Games site. It’s from the Lord of the Rings card game. You can tell it it isn’t my character because the color scheme is ALL wrong and this person’s hair is far too well behaved.

    Kaz is a secondary character in the first two Snow Kiss novels. At the start of Book 1, he’s a socially awkward librarian who hasn’t lived in our little mountain town for long enough to have true friends there despite his wide spread popularity with local kids, who feed off his enthusiasm for reading and respond well to the questions he asks about their opinions on books. He’s gradually pulled into the friends group at the center of the novels, even though a few characters have reservations based on the lengthy academic rambles he can’t help but deliver and his similarity to someone negative from the past.

    Kaz is described as a remarkably average looking elf with greyish blue coloring, standing out largely due to his fashion choices. Drawn to bright colors and bookish themes, he has a wardrobe full of decorated vests featuring things like flying books and children’s literary characters. And since his hair will attempt to take over the world if left to its own devices, he tames it daily with a vast array of barrettes shaped like books, iconic characters, and assorted animals.

    Kaz is a transplant from a distant province of the Ashareen Empire known for its religious conservativism, but to paraphrase one of his new friends, there’s a reason he lives so far away from his family. This is something I strongly relate to as one could easily say the same thing about my region of origin and why I’m as far from it as I can get within the continental United States.

    As I begin to think about what I want Book 3 to focus on, I’m strongly considering moving Kaz up to Main Character status to better explore the themes of moving past the toxic aspects of ones upbringing while perhaps holding on to the healthier parts of it.

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  • 9/25/2024 Meeting Transcript

    The words "Some makeovers require axes," next to the image of a blue axe

    Me: Hey, Shadow Kiss Act 1! How are you feeling?

    Act 1: Different. But in a good way. I really like parts of me.

    Me: Ideally, you’d like all of you, but it’s okay not to yet.

    Act 1: I’m not a rough draft anymore, though. Shouldn’t I be… Better?

    Me: Second drafts are nowhere close to final drafts. Don’t freak out over being a little unpolished still.

    Snow Kiss: If it makes you feel any better, I don’t even know which draft of me we’re on and she’s about to attack me again.

    Me: It’s not like I’m beating you into submission, Snow Kiss. I’m applying makeovers to make you more fabulous.

    Snow Kiss: Sorry. I missed the fashion montage. All I noticed was the ax you’re holding.

    Me: Some makeovers require axes.

    Snow Kiss: You must have had terrifying sleepovers in middle school.

    Me: …No comment. But I promise I’m not going to leave you bleeding out on the floor.

    Snow Kiss: That’s not as reassuring as you think it is.

    Shadow Kiss: It really isn’t.

    Me: Shush, both of you. You’re distracting me from a speed run through Shadow Kiss Act 2.

    Act 2: Eeep.


    (Image created by me using an opensource clipart ax. Feel free to borrow it if you find it useful.)

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