Pinned toot

Hi! I’m Simone Leclair. I tell stories, weave novels, spin poems. I try to coax computers into making art; sometimes I’m successful and sometimes they don’t retaliate.

I breathe Colorado mountain air and wander the fogs of virtual worlds. And yes, I’m that same old biddie who apprenticed as @jo for six months before arriving at .ART.

Happy to meet you!


My avatar is taken from “Study for The Lady Clare” by John William Waterhouse (1900).

THIS IS A QUILT. Somebody designed this and sewed it up with hundreds or even thousands of pieces of fabric. Don't ever let anyone say textiles can't be art. Amazing. (Not my photo, quilt is by Montse Forcadell Blasco.)

decay

there is something deeply silly
in putting words on a page
watching the ink dry
and thinking maybe
you'll read them
one day when
the mood
takes
you
or
will
my words
feed mites
and seeds and
growing things
on some distant heap
harangued by seagulls
till all the trucks are gone
and only spectral lights remain

This little story is a bit too long for a toot, so here's a link to an itty bitty site that supports it:

is.gd/Angel_by_Simone_Leclair

Poor little wingèd succubus:
She sleeps upon my nightstand,
Awaiting his return - the man
She dragged away to fairyland,
Seducing nightly in his dreams.
But now she doesn’t understand
How he has changed.

Who is it now that’s lying there?
A different smell. A different name.
A different form and different hair.
And yet there’s something still the same.
She puzzles, shrugs and folds her wings
And waits and dims her patient flame
And lets me rest.

Took a walk along the beach today. Took some photos, wrote a poem. I'm neither a photographer or a poet though. :) Show more

The ring clattered to the floor.

She gasped, and her hand flew to her mouth. “The mugger... he disappeared!”

“Yes,” I said. I picked up the ring carefully and rethreaded it on the chain round my neck. “He put it on his finger. It’ll make you invisible, but only if wear it on the right place. Otherwise ‘Poof!’”

“The right place?”

“Yes. But you need a piercing for that.”

“Where has he gone?”

I shrugged. “Who knows? Come on. Let’s pick up the rest of his stuff. We can pawn it.”

Google asked a writer to make a presentation for their employees to then broadcast and monetize for free.

He would have been the only person in the room not being paid.

This is everywhere. People wanna consume writers’ work, but don’t wanna pay them enough to eat.

I often have so many problems in identifying and sticking with writing genre! It seems there are so many sub-genres nowadays. My last novel was a bit of . At first I called it but maybe it was or - who knows?! 🤷‍♀️ In some ways it was a . I don't start out trying to write a novel, but that's what seems to happen nowadays. 🙄

My new novel started out similarly, but seems to be a instead.

I'm so glad written art is included here! I tend only to generate visual art when I'm taking a break from (like after ) so my contributions are sporadic. But I do regularly monitor .ART's Local Timeline -- so much to inspire here!

I find those breaks are necessary to give me fresh eyes and voice for revising. Another way to do that is to write is a new novel!

music discovery of the week:
Soap&Skin.
she conveys emotion just perfectly
youtube.com/watch?v=013lbJ-Ieh

The young woman thought carefully before speaking to the Genie.

"I wish to understand anything I read, no matter the language."

"Your wish is granted."

"I wish for the ability to summon any written work."

"Your wish is granted."

"And I wish to be able to transcribe all that I learn."

"Your wish is granted."

Alexandria took a deep breath. It's not every century a library is reborn with a will of its own. There was so much to rebuild.

#TootFic #MicroFiction #Writing #TerylsTales #Fantasy

I was invited to submit a piece of "wall art" for Ribong Gallery's opening in last weekend. I wish I'd had more time to prepare, but my priority had to be ! Still, I did manage this montage.

"Goddess and the City"

This is a bit of simple digital art I did a few days ago. I suppose if you looked with a forgiving eye, you could fool yourself into believing it vaguely resembled a purple and green leaf of a coleus plant, complete with skeletal veins but with extra tendrils. Or not! Also buried in the charcoal background are mysterious shadows.

"Coleus"

I took this screenshot in my garden in (Mieum region).

"Enlightenment for a Stone Buddha"

(first posted July 2018)

Hi! I’m Simone Leclair. I tell stories, weave novels, spin poems. I try to coax computers into making art; sometimes I’m successful and sometimes they don’t retaliate.

I breathe Colorado mountain air and wander the fogs of virtual worlds. And yes, I’m that same old biddie who apprenticed as @jo for six months before arriving at .ART.

Happy to meet you!


My avatar is taken from “Study for The Lady Clare” by John William Waterhouse (1900).

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