[sticky entry] Sticky: sponsorable fic list

Jan. 1st, 2016 07:23 am
chanter_greenie: a lilac tree in bloom (Wisconsin spring: lilac season)
I actually have one of these, now! I'm amazed I got this far. Fics available for funding by donation are listed below. I'm borrowing from the ever-marvelous [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith here by listing the name of the person who prompted the story. I've also learned about rate calculations by following her examples and links. For information on the orange!verse, and the Schrodinger's Heroes project that spawned it, see her menu page.

Just for my own sake, if a person donates for one of these fics, could they please send a private message or drop a comment or... something of that sort? I've never done this from the writerly side before, and I have no idea if PayPal will send a message of its own when a donation comes in. Edited to add: It does send a message! I still have no objections to people dropping a line, though. I don't often equate usernames with real names, especially if I don't know you RL.

Miller's Speculation
prompted by [personal profile] thnidu, with a hat tip to Professor Virgil Miller, University of Wisconsin - Whitewater. Sponsored by R. A. Olivero, a very old RL friend
Original ficlet. The quirkiest cautionary tale/moment of ironic justice you ever did see.

"Meteor Scatter"
prompted by < [personal profile] perfectworry, Sponsored by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
Orange!verse. Quinn has nothing at all against other people's stars.

Tuning Up
Backdated several years before the events of "Adjacent Universe Splatter". Rebroadcasts to the northern States started first.
Orange!verse, $40.

Autumn On The Oak Savanna
prompted and sponsored by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith
Original ficlet. The scent of newly-harvested fields in the fall... and quite a bit more besides.

Spring Is Honest
Written in trade with [personal profile] helgatwb, who asked for a piece about early spring. I obliged, with Wisconsin in late March.

Musical Gift
Prompted by [personal profile] siliconshaman, sponsored by W. Blondeau, an RL friend
Orange!verse. "Someone's got to speak up. I'm having fun while I do it." Meet Eric.

Dual Path Echo
prompted in a roundabout way by [personal profile] siliconshaman and [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith, sponsored by W. Blondeau
Orange!verse. To Helen, love is verb, noun and natural state of being.

Working The Bands
On both sides of the border, people are rolling up their sleeves.
Orange!verse, $43.

Halo
Orange!verse. Il est bien, sa bon, even when it ain't. Meet Doc and Sister.

In The Clear
sponsored by R. A. Olivero, an RL friend
Orange!verse, immediately post Open Carrier and Carrier Wave (both still in progress). Dat is niet alleen uit vanavond. Eric meets a refugee.

Outbander
sponsored by W. Blondeau
Orange!verse, set just before Cat's In The Cradle. "It's for my girlfriend." A trans* citizen of America (recurring character) gets by.

Thy Father And...
There are two sides to what Kendra's inherited.
Orange!verse, $5.

Signal Strength
sponsored by W. Blondeau
Orange!verse. Concurrent with the events of Cat's In The Cradle. At eighteen, Kendra gets an education by radio.

Keeping A Logbook
sponsored by W. Blondeau
Orange!verse. These are the things Sandy carries.

Jammed Transmissions
Every refugee has a story of their own.
TW: visceral imagery (current), violence, police brutality, racism, homophobia, harmful institutional reactions to neurodiversity (all past, current environment supportive)
Orange!verse, $41.

Clandestine Stations
What makes the local Waxahachie team help with rebroadcasts to the southern States?
Orange!verse, $10.50.

Ragchew
Just what gets written in safehouse fridge notes, anyway?
TW: brief but vividly mentioned symptoms of illness
Orange!verse, $25.

QRM
Sharing space in Canadian safehouses is far from uneventful.
TW: past loss of family members, obvious mental stress
Orange!verse, $46.

Legal ID
Prompted by [personal profile] ellenmillion. Carlos doesn't envy the lawyers one bit, but...
TW: references to child abuse and violence (past, current environment supportive)
Orange!verse, $11.50.

Modulation
"We're geese, not coyotes." Carlos and Quinn make a run to Detroit.
TW: hinted possible violence, nothing shown
Orange!verse, $28

Parliament Hill's Reply
Released for free post the 2016 U.S. election.
In Brampton, Leigh muses on Lady Liberty's inscription and the people who cross the border.

Essential Components
Which items are vital at the safehouse in Brampton, and why?
Orange!verse, $39.

Open Carrier Part 1
Kendra makes a decision.
Orange!verse, $12.

Open Carrier Part 2
Kendra gets rolling.
Orange!verse, $5.

Open Carrier Part 3
Kendra spends her first day and night on the road.
Orange!verse, $7.

Open Carrier Part 4
Kendra makes it to Detroit.
Orange!verse, $6.

Lighted Display
Posted for free. Orange!verse. This little light of--wait just a second.

Heaven Is Subjective
sponsored by [personal profile] technoshaman
Orange!verse. "People still hate up here," Sandy says.

Trusted Voice
You need a couple of passable musicians and a lot of willing hearts. How Leigh does what she does.
Orange!verse, $12.50.

Arco Iris
Free verse poem, not part of any specific universe. Someone asks a soundmage for a magical rainbow. She provides as only she can. This poem was the un-posted inspiration of a rainbow/color challenge a while ago.
Original, $5

Summer To The Winter Country
Prompted and sponsored by [personal profile] technoshaman. Original. Summer might be sand.

The Senses Of Same
Prompted by [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith. Hope, wonder and hunched shoulders.
Original, $9.50.

Bring Back The Wonder
Sponsored by McSushi, an RL friend. Original. Just what would it take?

The Lamentations of Old Money
What Jennifer wants fits on a two-sided coin.
Original, $23.00.
This is as close as I can get to how this series runs, chronological order-wise. It's a fair suggested reading order too, although several of these can stand alone if so desired. The first two pieces diverge from the rest, but not as far as you might think. Works without linked titles are available for sponsorship, or incomplete and being worked on if noted.

Update: I now have a character list posted for the orange!verse. Be forewarned, some of the details in that list are spoilers for as-yet unreleased pieces. Read with caution if inclined to avoid info you'd sooner find out in stories as they appear.

Adjacent Universe Splatter
Pat and Scarlett get a signal they aren't expecting. Scarlet!verse.

Taking The Long Path
The team tune in the station Pat caught. Scarlet!verse.

Tuning Up
Backdated several years before the events of "Adjacent Universe Splatter". Rebroadcasts to the northern States started first. Orange!verse.

Musical Gift
Someone's got to speak up. I'm having fun while I do it. Meet Eric. Orange!verse.

Dual Path Echo
To Helen, love is verb, noun and natural state of being. Orange!verse.

Keeping A Logbook
These are the things Sandy carries. Orange!verse.

Halo
Il est bien, sa bon, even when it ain't. Meet Doc and Sister. Orange!verse.

Working The Bands
On both sides of the border, people are rolling up their sleeves. Orange!verse.

Essential Components
Which items are most important at the safehouse in Brampton, and why? Orange!verse.

Jij Bent Zo
You're like that, and I wouldn't have you any other way. Meet Kendra. Orange!verse.

Handles and Callsigns (in progress)
Cell members have all kinds of ways they identify themselves on the radio. Orange!verse.

QRM
Sharing space in Canadian safehouses is far from uneventful. Orange!verse.

Heaven Is Subjective
"People do still hate up here," Sandy says. Orange!verse

Trusted voice
You need a couple of passable musicians and a lot of willing hearts. How Leigh does what she does. Orange!verse.

Ragchew
Just what gets written on safehouse refrigerator doors? Orange!verse.

The First Rule of Pirate Radio (in progress)
Not everybody's squeaky clean, whichever side of the border they're from or on. Orange!verse.

Legal ID
Carlos doesn't envy the lawyers one bit, but... Orange!verse.

Local Interference
(backdated four years prior to Jij Bent Zo)
Sometimes you just gotta stand. How Kendra got that black eye. Orange!verse.

Cat's In The Cradle
The little Boy Blue and the man on the moon. Michael watches his daughter with his gifts. Orange!verse.

Thy Father And...
There are two sides to what Kendra's inherited. Orange!verse.

Signal Strength
(post Jij Bent Zo, concurrent with the earlier two thirds of Cat's In The Cradle)
At eighteen, Kendra gets an education by radio. Orange!verse.

Jammed Transmissions
Every refugee has a story of their own. Orange!verse.

Meteor Scatter
(backdated roughly three years prior to the end of Cat's In The Cradle)
Quinn has nothing against other people's stars. Orange!verse.

Outbander
(concurrent with Cat's In The Cradle)
"It's for my girlfriend." A trans* citizen of America gets by. Orange!verse.

Modulation
"We're geese, not coyotes." Carlos and Quinn make a run to Detroit. Orange!verse.

Parliament Hill's Reply
In Brampton, Leigh muses on Lady Liberty's inscription and the people who cross the border. Orange!verse.

Open Carrier (in progress, now partially sponsorable)
(set post Cat's In The Cradle)
Kendra makes an attempt. Orange!verse.

Carrier Wave (in progress)
(immediately post Open Carrier)
For some refugees, the only way out is through. Orange!verse.

In The Clear
(immediately post Carrier Wave)
Dat is niet alleen uit vanavond. Eric meets a refugee. Orange!verse.

Lighted Display
This little light of--wait just a second. Orange!verse.

Clandestine Stations
What makes the local Waxahachie team help with rebroadcasts to the southern States? Orange!verse.
chanter_greenie: an older house and surrounding autumn scenery (Wisconsin autumn: smells like fall)
Oh my goodness. I've just made a fool of myself in front of a favorite author from childhood. ... Well, left a comment on an unrelated subject on a post of theirs, and had them respond in a manner that did not immediately suggest 'buzz off, ya weirdo', but... eek! Their name's similarity to an author from way back in little Chanter's formative years is not, in fact, a coincidence, and I just realized that eek eek eeeeek! It's them!

Info back here, which devolves into stream of consciousness squee and literary memories pretty quickly. )

I really, really sharding well hope I didn't just creep out that author...
chanter_greenie: an older house and surrounding autumn scenery (Wisconsin autumn: smells like fall)
Posting this for free because... frankly, it feels needed.

Lighted Display )

If you suspect that more than a few images in here came straight from yours truly's childhood... you're right.
chanter_greenie: a slightly faded picture of a three-legged torbie kitty cat with a lot of rust coloring in her fur (supermodel kitty)
Well, that was something of a bust, but not entirely so. Mom caught some sort of virus the day before we all headed up, not certain what, and proceeded to be (as is standard for her) a bit obsessive over it. Can't say I haven't got my own quirks - I brought my own pillow to the hotel, come on - but ugh, anyway. Put the dang thermometer away, lady. Between that, a snarl-off with one sister that eventually got resolved, a disagreement with one aunt over the same subject that also sorted itself out (still, suuuuuuck in both cases), and the fact that, between disinterested sibling and sick parent, the fair didn't happen... ugh. I know I'm being whiny and entitled here for a second, but gosh darn it, I was really looking forward to the fair this year. I haven't been since college. Frak. ... Next year.

On the upside, there was kayaking on the Eau Claire River, not a bad time, there was a bonfire, there was a fish fry, there was catching up with relatives - it's amazing how harmlessly juvenile we can all get when telling stories after dark, and even I appreciated it :) - and here's a warm fuzzy, there were new members of the family. My aunt and uncle in Weston are watching, and are currently sorting out the paperwork so they can officially foster, two little girls. these are my aunt's great nieces, the daughters of one of her nieces. Their mother is... in a significant amount of trouble, addiction-wise+legally, and their father is not in the picture for similar reasons. Two sweet little pre-kindergarten kiddos needed a loving home, and C and S stepped up without a flinch. :) These girls are adorable. They and Laura had a ball zooming all over the yard, as they're all of an age - five, four and four. I know there was a Laura-dragon, a Naila-bear, maybe a Naila-lion, and possibly a Bree-bear at one point, judging by all the rarrrr!ing going on. :) The two newbies were fascinated with my cane, and with the general fact that I couldn't see. That kind of interest in my disability does not bother me at all, quite the opposite, and the older one's reaction to my impromptu cane demo was 'That's cool!' :D That segued into one aunt telling the story of Bosco the guide dog, and how he led me around, couched in terms little kids could understand. Of course I joined in, and get this. When I said he loved everyone, and that I miss him every day, the older girl said that he sounded like the best dog ever (I agreed), and that he was one of the stars in the sky. For background, their grandmother (my aunt's mother, unrelated to and unknown to me) occasionally takes them to church, and Naila (the older girl) is very interested in religion. So this was not a reference to Sirius the star. This was stars equaling angels. I almost cried, and later gave Naila a hug for that, because oh my goodness what an incredibly sweet thing to say. ... And got the younger, Bree, immediately looking for a hug too. XD I know they're not technically related to me, being my uncle's wife's great nieces, but as far as I'm concerned, I have two more cousins than I did three days ago.

I won't even get into Abby (cousin) and I squeeing over Broadway, or Nick (also cousin) and the outcome of a conversation we had weeks ago. Or my union electrician uncle and I talking politics. ... I could go on.

So, not entirely a bust, though family can really get up my nose in certain circumstances... and I do wish I'd made the fair. Dang it. Next year I'm going with or without anyone else. Dad and I took off early this morning, not wanting to hang around the hotel - Mom and kid sister left later, in kid sister's car. Got back to Madison before noon. Glad I went up? Yes, mostly. Mostly. Glad to be home, shards yes, which I never thought I'd say about a trip to Marathon County.

Needing a couple more days to recover from the weekend? Um, yeah. Crud.
chanter_greenie: a bright blue sky and fluffy clouds (Wisconsin summer: boundless friendly sky)
Wisconsin Valley Fair, here I come. :D I'm off to Wausau for the weekend. Informal family reunion, fish fry, kayaking partial daytrip, baseball game, and a run to the fair that was a staple of my childhood and teenage years! :D I fully expect to spend more money than I probably should at the fair. I only wish I could sleep on my uncle's couch instead of in a hotel... ick... Bringing a pillow is the best I can do. Hotels. :(

Back on Sunday!
chanter_greenie: a Pringles can with the words 'you can't write just one' written across it (drabbles are like pringles)
My thread is over here if anyone is so inclined. Hat tip to Ysabet for pointing out the comm.
chanter_greenie: Commander Seth Goddard of Space Cases fame (SC: Goddard - do the best they can)
For those who are able and so inclined, the lovely folks at Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab debuted two new scents yesterday, in response to the latest sludge bomb flung from the White House. Proceeds from both these scents benefit the National Center for Trans Equality and the American Civil Liberties Union. For the record, I've not been paid to signal boost this; I'm just a fan of both equality and lovely smells.

The first is here:
Irish Coffee Buttercream
and the second is here:
Spiced Rum Buttercream Coffee

I freely admit I've already put an order in for the second one.

Trans rights are human rights and, as I said on twitter last night, if I ever dispute that without about twelve helpings of snarky sarcasm in my voice (as in, I'm quoting someone else's rhetoric for the purposes of mocking them to oblivion), please lay me out. As in boom! to the moon, knock my sorry block off, because I'll deserve it. Not that I ever intend to deserve it. Not for that reason.
chanter_greenie: a Pringles can with the words 'you can't write just one' written across it (drabbles are like pringles)
This is specific to fic, for the record.

Please, do not
cut for the aforementioned penis discussion )

That is sharding well all! :P
chanter_greenie: a panther being stared at by multiple other animals (this panther has been to Colorado)
Got seen for this depression/anxiety rubbish yesterday. The doctor in question turned out to be quite excellent (I was a little nervous about seeing a male doctor, but there was no awkwardness at all, thank goodness.) I am so, so grateful for medical professionals who don't dismiss mental illnesses out of hand. He actually made the comparison between people telling me to just stop worrying and someone telling an insulin-dependent diabetic to just try harder to make more insulin. What a relief! Do you hear that, family?

On a trial run of low dose anxiety medication, in conjunction with the depression meds. I follow up in a month. We'll see how it goes.
chanter_greenie: a bright blue sky and fluffy clouds (Wisconsin summer: boundless friendly sky)
Bon fete du Canada! :) 🍁

Whew!

Jun. 26th, 2017 07:12 pm
chanter_greenie: a slightly faded picture of a three-legged torbie kitty cat with a lot of rust coloring in her fur (supermodel kitty)
Had a much, much better day at work. I did not realize just how badly I needed that vacation until I took it. Also, bless my understanding boss, and the coworkers who covered for me while I was off. :)

Still going to see someone about this anxiety shtuff, because a sustained spike like the one that hit me last week, including over much of my vacation time--wow. That was alarming even while I was in the midst of it, to say nothing of what it looks like in hindsight now that I'm a bit more clear-headed. Still dealing with low-grade anxiety, at that. This has honestly been years in coming, high-strung ball of nerves that I am, and I've reached the point where I'm done trying to function through it. My mother might have been able to bull her way through her anxiety until it stopped being an issue for her. I'm not able to do the same. I'm personally fine with that.

Now if I could only be fine with her not being fine with that. ... I'll deal with that aspect of things later. First comes actually getting my head sorted out. I've got an appointment for July 7, and between the aforementioned anxiety issues that are hopefully confirmed as brain chemistry errors and treatable with medication of some sort, and what I suspect are malfunctioning/low functioning depression meds, there's going to be a lot to talk about.

The worst of the sustained anxiety spike seems to be over for now, though. Whew. The time off work has helped the burnout issue, as well. Double whew.
chanter_greenie: a bright blue sky and fluffy clouds (Wisconsin summer: boundless friendly sky)
Well, close enough. :) Stella Jaye Floyd arrived earlier tonight. Mom, kidlet and dad all doing fine, so far as anyone's told me. 7 pounds, 13 or 14 ounces (speaker phone made that blurry), and my conversions are rubbish, so... 3 kilos and change?

I need to find a figurine, and by that I mean a proper marble or similar carved one, not a rubbishy plastic one, of a Stellar's jay (I believe that's the name of the bird in question) and present it to her. Not to her folks, although they'll see it. The figurine will be hers.

Leetle not-feathery feathery star baby. :D

Eeeeeee!

Jun. 23rd, 2017 03:20 pm
chanter_greenie: a bright blue sky and fluffy clouds (Wisconsin summer: boundless friendly sky)
My sister's in the hospital having kiddo the second. :) It's early days yet, so say my mother and other sister, but...

EeeeeeeEEEEE! :D

Campfire plans for this weekend are thoroughly scuttled, as we knew they might be. Oh well, this is more important. I'm not going up to visit until everyone's home and settled in, which probably means either next weekend or for part of the weekend of the Fourth. But, oh my gosh! :D

I am going to laugh my butt off if it's a boy. Ultrasounds may be highly accurate, but they are not perfect. I know Jordan had them check twelve times, and whether that's hyperbole or not, I don't know; I wasn't there. My point stands.

:) :) Updates to follow.
chanter_greenie: Commander Seth Goddard of Space Cases fame (SC: Goddard - do the best they can)
Thank you so much to everyone who commented on that last entry of mine. Much love!

Showed the bosslady the list. She was sympathetic, if definitely a bit thrown. She first asked if I was quitting - "Nooooo no, definitely not." Wound up taking two days off, with her blessing. I need them. The day got better from there on in; I don't know why uncorking, embarrassing though it was after the fact, helped, but it did. Also helping were several messes getting sorted out all at once, and a relatively mellow day. I still need the vacation time, badly. By late morning, I was not flinching at phone rings or e-mail pings, and chatting with friendly customers was a pleasure rather than a chore. Definite improvements, and again, no idea why uncorking helped.

Seriously looking into getting a medical opinion on this anxiety stuff, because it's been bad, lifelong, and it's getting worse, and I have a family history of the same; Mom has it too, though often well-hidden. People at work seem to think it's purely an attitude/reaction thing, of the 'change your outlook' variety. As changing my outlook involves a good amount of what feels suspiciously like plastering on an obviously fake smile, I'm not sure this is something a sunny mindset is going to cure.

I need the vacation time. There will be reading up a storm, and radio time as both receiver and transmitter, and *fingers crossed* a blood donation, and kitty cuddles, and maybe a campfire.

Bless my boss, seriously. I wrote her a grateful e-mail before taking off for vacation time. Strongly considering a gift of chocolate out of gratitude for putting up with my self-confessed high-strung self.

Just wanted to update everybody. I'm okay. I'm flipping tired and need a recharge.
chanter_greenie: a panther being stared at by multiple other animals (this panther has been to Colorado)
I am 99% sure I'm showing this to my boss tomorrow. I'm scared stiff, but it really is the best idea I can come up with. Then you know you...? Need a new job? Are burned out? Are an overly anxious ball of overreaction? Need to grow the hell up with your wanting-a-slower-pace self?

Bosslady*,

I know this mode of delivery is an odd one, and an oddly formal one, but formality's not what I'm going for here. Very much the opposite; you're a great boss, and you've been better to me than I deserve. I just do better when i'm able to draft something rather than blurting it out. You've probably seen me lock up verbally when trying to get words out in a tense situation, and I don't want to splutter through this.

This is me over the last few weeks. Second person pronouns used because I started this in list form.

When thinking about work, at all, causes you a physical - tightening guts, chills, tangibly elevated heart rate - stress response. This includes when you're doing mundane things, like sitting at home in your rocking chair, or watching a television series you usually love.

When thinking about the next day makes you queasy with dread.

When you don't want to eat, because of both the stomach squirmies, and the time loss sticking a granola bar in your face will cause you.

When you know you're not learning from your mistakes, even though you're trying to.

When you flinch every time your e-mail goes off or your phone rings.

When you don't want to sleep, even though you know you need to, because then you lose a whole night on your own time, and after you lose the whole night of your own time, it'll be tomorrow and work again, where you dread...

When you just can't keep up with anything unless reminders of it are shoved in your face every five minutes, because you're a child, or not motivated, or both.

When you don't want to take a day off, because of what failure of yours might come to light in your absence, and because during your absence, another avalanche will fall into your queue and wait for you, and you know it.

When building pleasantly professional rapport with your customers stops being something you pride yourself on, and starts feeling like a waste of time someone will probably call you on one of these days.

When you forget the answers to obvious work-related questions that you knew six months ago, and you know you should know, but the person to ask is either gone, new, or knows as well as you do that you should know the answer by now.

When saving someone's event, or helping someone celebrate their daughter's birthday, or making sure someone has the clothes for work that may well allow them to keep their job, stops making you proud and just feels like another chore to be rushed through.

When you're more exhausted, mentally, then you remember being before February of this year, and there were plenty of times where you were extremely exhausted before February of this year.

When you don't like the woman under your work facade very much anymore.

When you have the bright idea to show this to your boss, and you're scared silly of the reaction you'll get, but it truly is the best idea you've got.

Then, you know you...?

*Bosslady's name omitted.
chanter_greenie: a starscape, including a spiral galaxy (on a quest for a jewel)
This fic took me a chunk of yesterday afternoon/evening, and much of last night to write and edit. Worth every minute, although I may not be saying that in a few hours, once the sleep deprivation catches up with me...! It was inspired by another fic on AO3, SearchingforSerendipity's 'Put Aside Fear For Courage', and for that reason, I link to that particular fic from mine. I was given the blessing of the author to run with this idea, and yesterday/today the idea finally crystallized, just about in one.

Here be wizardly!Lieutenant Ilia, Kevin Riley, Christine Chapel and Janice Rand. Also many others on Errantry, but that's detailed in SearchingforSerendipity's work. Be warned: There are significant and vivid, as in graphic via narrator's viewpoints, spoilers for deaths and injury in the first movie here, as well as spoilers for 'The Naked Time'. There's also some vivid imagery regarding an away mission gone badly wrong, so anyone shy of medical detail might want to skip.

Ilia is a warm rather than hot sentient being, Chekov is exactly the eager choirboy he seems to be, Riley has a good heart, and both Chris and Janice get their wings.

Oh, and I owe [personal profile] camwyn credit for any and all references to cold iron.

Its Continuing Mission )
chanter_greenie: a panther being stared at by multiple other animals (this panther has been to Colorado)
Just found out Vir's actor has passed. As if I didn't have all the B5 feels already lately! Dammit dammit dammit! :( Too many beyond the rim. Too sharding many.

*repeats to self* The actor may be dead, but the character's not. The actor may be dead, but the character's not...

I would do well to remember this.

well then

Jun. 17th, 2017 04:39 pm
chanter_greenie: a lilac tree in bloom (Wisconsin spring: lilac season)
With a grateful nod to [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith, because this references her world.

I'm beginning to think that if she were in Terramagne, my Leigh would be both an average (0) empath an an average (0) fiddler mage.

Gal's Cape Breton connections are showing up more and more of late, though she self-identifies as an Ontarian, which she is.
chanter_greenie: a bright blue sky and fluffy clouds (Wisconsin summer: boundless friendly sky)
Well, 621 words later, Leigh's had her say. I'm not sure she's entirely done, and if she's not, I'll edit pricing/length details. Trusted Voice is a bit of a character study of how and why Leigh does what she does, both as a cell member and in wider life.
Me, on finally listening to tracks from Come From Away: I now have that much more reason to be proud when a stranger says I sound like a Maritimes lady. I know there's a significant difference between what people say my accent makes me sound like (a Nova Scotian) and a Newfoundlander, but still. :) 3q 3q 3q

I've alternately grinned and cried at this soundtrack tonight. Hot /shells/, why didn't I listen to this ages ago? Is the young black man openly portrayed as feeling safe/happy/loving his time in Newfoundland intended as a nod to the Saint Lawrence in WWII story, as drawn from real life, or someone else's actual recollections of 2001's events, or both? And why ever do the combination of this music and certain lyrics make my Leigh want to speak up, loudly? She's an Ontarian with Cape Breton Nova Scotian family, there's a tenuous connection at best here, but she suddenly wants writing about. Maybe it's the Celtic influences all over the score, and the fiddles.

I am never going to get this out of my head! 3q 3q 3q 3q As if I didn't already have a major case of star eyes for Canada, and this is based on real events, and and and...
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