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1) Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
2) NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we’re speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
3) They must ALREADY be on your hard drive – no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you’ve saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
4) You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don’t want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

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ImageThis interview will pop up. Brent Michael Kelley asked me some of the funniest, quirkiest, more cannibalistic questions I’ve ever read. This was just a hoot. I think he has an obsession.

Stop by and read “Is Mercedes Yardley a Secret Cannibal?” I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

 

 

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So we’ve been sitting on this for months, but it’s finally time to announce the Shattered Worlds project.

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Dave Robison

Dave Robison has created an delicious fantasy world that blends physics, religion, alien races, and pirates into one elaborate realm. This thing is huge, and complex. It’s a intriguing playground to roam in. And to kick off the very first “book” in the Shattered World series, Dave wanted to do something extra special.

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Alasdair Stuart

The Shattered Worlds is starting with a bang.

Dave invited Alasdair Stuart, Colin F. Barnes, Sarah Chorn, and I to each write (get this) nine to ten interlocking novellas that will piece together in order to form Voltron! Er, a 150,000 word omninovel! Isn’t that absolutely insane? But wait, it gets better.

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Colin F. Barnes

We’re going to write it in a month.

You heard me. One. Month.

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Sarah Chorn

One month, start to finish, weaving our stories together. We started this endeavor as strangers, but I’m pretty sure we’ll finish each other’s sentences by the time we’re done. (Ha, literally.) It’s terrifying and exciting and something extremely powerful. I think “audacious” is the word that keeps coming up.

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Mercedes M. Yardley (that’s me!)

It’s intense and wonderful. A thing of insanity, and that attracts me. In fact, I’d better wrap this up so I can get back to work on my part of it. With a team this stellar, I’m terrified of being the weak link.

Read what my teammates have to say about it above! And wish us luck. :)

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1) Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
2) NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we’re speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
3) They must ALREADY be on your hard drive – no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you’ve saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
4) You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don’t want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

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Aw, look how sweet I am at five years old.

 

Mercedes

Until….Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Evil Mercedes

Your soul is delicious unto me!

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A few days ago. It had been one of those days. Those weeks. Those months.

And I snapped. I needed out. My husband came home from work and I was clawing at the door, saying I was sorry but I needed to step out for a few hours and I loved him and I’d back after the kids were in bed.

I went to the library. I wasn’t there to pay fines or ask about how to get my books in the system. I didn’t have little ones melting down because it was past nap time. I was there simply for me, simply to be in a library, and it was heaven. I’d forgotten what it was like to run my fingers down the spines of books that I don’t need to read or review or blurb.

I found one that interested me. I didn’t know the author. I clutched it to my breast. Other books, written by strangers. It didn’t have anything to do with me. It was crafted by Someone Else.

Suddenly the spacious library constricted like my home constricts. The walls were too close, the floor seemed to be jerking up, pressing aggressively against my feet. There wasn’t enough air, everybody inside was stealing my air, and I checked out my books and fled outside, where there was enough oxygen to go around.

I climbed the fence to the park.

I found someplace soft and green and relatively free of trash. This is Vegas, after all.

I sat down and read.

I read. For an hour.

I didn’t check my messages. I didn’t go online. I didn’t deal with work. I didn’t get people drinks of water or Goldfish crackers or play board games. I just read until it became too dark to read anymore, and I was tempting fate by staying out alone in a dark park like a horror movie victim.

I walked back to the car, checked the time. Looked at my book.

I bought a Coke Zero at a drive-through window and pulled over in the parking lot to read some more. The car light kept flipping itself off. I kept turning it on. Then, sighing, I decided it was time to go home.

I returned to a messy house and deadlines and fears about Williams Syndrome and everything else I had left. The book I had chosen really wasn’t all that good. But I had escaped, and for three hours I felt like my old self again. I remembered walking to the library with my brother as a child, and reading the books while stumbling home. It was a piece of childhood that had been returned. It was a moment of peace.

Rereading this post, I grimace. Do you see how many times I’ve used the word “I”? Not “we” or “us”.  I did this. Me. Myself. Mercedes.

Maybe I need to do it more often. I tend to run with a pack. Several packs. So many packs. Lately I’ve noticed the packs are turning on each other, cannibalizing their brothers. There’s so much meanness. So much negativity. So many people eager to deride and put down.

I can’t do it. My heart is far too close to the surface, all of the time. Perhaps it’s okay to hide. Curl up on the floor with only my closest around me, to put a blanket over me when I can’t move. Or hide by myself. There shouldn’t be a sense of weakness about taking time for myself, but that’s how I feel.

Sorry, family. Sorry, coworkers and friends. I’m letting you down for a bit. I’m hiding. I ran away. :)

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1) Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
2) NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we’re speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
3) They must ALREADY be on your hard drive – no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you’ve saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
4) You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don’t want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

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Actually, TWO. Two that I’ve heard about. Kind people let me know that my novella Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love was nominated for the Hugo Awards. This…means the world to me. The Hugos are something that I have always aspired to. Let’s get an evening gown and head out to the Academy Awards while we’re at it, no?

I’m not on the short list, and I most likely won’t be. I’m still very new. This means that we can’t officially call AM&NL: AToAL “A Hugo Award Nominee.” But I can definitely say that it was nominated for the Hugo Award.

EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I’m so excited!

I was nominated for the Hugo!!!

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1) Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
2) NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we’re speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
3) They must ALREADY be on your hard drive – no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you’ve saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
4) You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don’t want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

maenad

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1) Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
2) NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we’re speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
3) They must ALREADY be on your hard drive – no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you’ve saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
4) You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don’t want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

wolf

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