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On the way back, I stopped to check the mail. Mistake. Ended up juggling two large packages along with leash and keys. Thankfully, Mike's a sensible creature and didn't trip me.

At any </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/HRIvuD-DgFI/invasion-of-shinies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYeeZ1PR12E/T15yjLG5IaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5Cp4cLmyno0/s72-c/100_2075.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/HRIvuD-DgFI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/03/invasion-of-shinies.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-9155346182779950725</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 20:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-05T15:47:30.623-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the writer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">process</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wip</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trunked</category><title>Artists Don't Refill at the Gas Pump</title><atom:summary>I'm discovering what feeds my inspirations, and it's rather strange.
Or maybe I just have strange tastes.
Or maybe it's just a case of the creative tide shifting. These sorts of things happen when they feel like it, seriously.
I can string words together in sentences all day long, and sentences into paragraphs, etc. but if it gets me nowhere fast, it's useless.


A few things came together today,</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/v_XUlhOQy9s/artists-dont-refill-at-gas-pump.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/v_XUlhOQy9s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/03/artists-dont-refill-at-gas-pump.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-3084534723244449837</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-27T21:48:08.240-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the writer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">process</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wip</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trunked</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">plotting</category><title>WIP Overhauling: A Reason to Plot First</title><atom:summary>It happened a lot with BTB. It's happening again, as I work through a plot direction lag in this overhaul of Dancing Circles.

I get lost in the reading, so lost that I'm drowning in the experience all over again as though it's the first time. I forget what I was supposed to be focusing on, and accomplish nothing.

With BTB, I had to literally force myself to skim during the editing passes. The </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/wf4xA7UBSNU/wip-overhauling-reason-to-plot-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/wf4xA7UBSNU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/02/wip-overhauling-reason-to-plot-first.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-8804676643719156545</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-22T09:19:06.315-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the writer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">process</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">embrace the rainbow</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">free read</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fic</category><title>Too Much Music: Exploring Communication</title><atom:summary>Years ago, someone challenged me to write a story just using dialogue.
No labels, no descriptions, nothing but the spoken words between two characters. As though all but one of the senses were shut down, and even that one was filtered with extreme prejudice.

It was a challenge. It took a bit of effort. But it also helped me develop as a writer, opened my eyes to thinking about communication in a</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/mUxF-Xg-WAc/too-much-music-exploring-communication.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/mUxF-Xg-WAc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-much-music-exploring-communication.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-2369861806109705752</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-20T20:55:20.709-05:00</atom:updated><title>Life is in The Little Things</title><atom:summary>I swear these shots are in no way planned or staged.
This one, I took earlier this month--manual shutter, no flash--upon glancing up while in the middle of a conversation with a close friend. Sometimes life lets you know that you're where you're supposed to be, doing what you're meant to be doing.
Fate, destiny, design? I don't pretend to know.
You decide for yourself.




Early evening sunlight </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/eTxsXHUrBMg/life-is-in-little-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fINgVyRSSj8/T0LxDYJUFHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/v1rSxs-4q5E/s72-c/100_1972.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/eTxsXHUrBMg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-is-in-little-things.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-2226168460430453472</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-09T17:20:44.084-05:00</atom:updated><title>Appearances &amp; Beauty That Inspires</title><atom:summary>This coming Saturday (11 February) I'll be at the M/M Italia group on GoodReads for a Q&amp;A session. It's a moderated-membership group, but if you're interested in joining the discussions or asking a few questions, stop on by and put a join request in. Check my GoodReads profile for the group link.

Having finished the rough overhaul of a novella for Riptide, I've taken the past couple weeks off </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/ThM-qKzt16w/appearances-beauty-that-inspires.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/ThM-qKzt16w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/02/appearances-beauty-that-inspires.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-2918082549756699847</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-03T10:13:46.636-05:00</atom:updated><title>Blog Tour Winners</title><atom:summary>
~*~WE HAVE WINNERS!~*~


Here's the winners from the promo blog tour contests for "Blacker Than Black."

Individual blog winners receive an autographed cover flat and cover art magnet:

Miz Love: Patty
Between the Covers: Kassandra
Amara's Place: Aija
Top 2 Bottom: Kathryn
Ren's: Tracey
It's Raining Men: Dianna
Scarf Princess: Kate
Literary Nymphs: Cornelia
Ripples: Oleg

Tour winners:


First </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/SvAXa97COQE/blog-tour-winners.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/SvAXa97COQE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-tour-winners.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-2133100242463686753</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 14:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-04T07:01:51.197-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the writer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">process</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black</category><title>Setting the Mood: the Music of BTB</title><atom:summary>Although much of Blacker Than Black was created with trance music for my writing space, there are a number of songs that resonated with the story and with certain scenes or muse-moods when I was struggling through a certain passage of prose.

Without further ado, I give you the music of BTB:



1. This one isn't really there for the music, although it could be considered a whisper of reference to</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/1-3JNpZ7t8w/setting-mood-music-of-btb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/videoseries/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/1-3JNpZ7t8w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/01/setting-mood-music-of-btb.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-7956787815892250424</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-27T11:42:00.907-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the writer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">process</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wip</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trunked</category><title>A Sense of Rhythm</title><atom:summary>When I was a kid, I took horseback riding lessons with my older sister. It was fun.
Our instructor liked making us switch mounts halfway through the lessons, so we would learn how different ones moved, learn to adjust. My sister never liked this. No two horses were exactly the same height; different legs, different carriage, different energy.
To me, it didn't matter. Off one horse, on the other, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/0ef8KBEyntc/sense-of-rhythm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xxoLsbkG26M/TyLSqsWFr5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/NFJmDoD2gdQ/s72-c/Little+Kid,+Big+Horse.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/0ef8KBEyntc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/01/sense-of-rhythm.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-1658777297754495730</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-15T08:44:30.996-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">release</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">foodporn</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">swag</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black</category><title>Foodporn With Jan: Now, With Swag!</title><atom:summary>Is it the weekend? *blinks and looks around* It is, isn't it. Where the past couple months have gone, I couldn't say. Been working myself assless, to say the least. BUT! I survived the hell of the holidays in the retail industry. Again. No big deal. Happens every year. This, however, does not: look at the pretties I got in the mail today!






Chocolate Chip Fudge Brownie Bars, &amp; Cover Flats

</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/PUEbdOHDQVo/foodporn-with-jan-now-with-swag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SqhElkAFsok/TxIy57saKuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/alHZv8NXHAU/s72-c/Foodporn+%2526+Swag.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/PUEbdOHDQVo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/01/foodporn-with-jan-now-with-swag.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-4001257291777730080</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-04T01:00:05.231-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">website</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">embrace the rainbow</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">free read</category><title>Equality =/= Neutrality</title><atom:summary>Exploring Feminism &amp; Gender Variance.

This, on many levels, is a subject that needs addressed, has needed addressed. For many, many months now -- even before the upheaval and fallout of this past fall.
The words were slow in coming to me. Or rather, they were there all along, they just needed to settle into the correct order.

At long last, they have.


Rhi’s Note//Introduction
[Warnings for </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/y-CyjmeBtgs/equality-neutrality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/y-CyjmeBtgs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2012/01/equality-neutrality.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-2471469543323194578</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 15:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-02T20:36:44.567-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">free read</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bird</category><title>Imagine A World Without Labels</title><atom:summary>[For Oleg.]
Once upon a time there a was a bird.
But the bird was born into a skin that didn't feel right.
Wasn't shaped right.
Didn't look anything like it should, in fact.

Bird spent decades listening to others denigrate the shape and look of the skin that didn't feel right. It was too fat, it was too thin, it was too pale, it didn't have enough shape. Was too many hard planes and solid muscle</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/BvotLiUdwoA/imagine-world-without-labels.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/BvotLiUdwoA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/12/imagine-world-without-labels.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-6801828445638350923</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-21T08:43:27.844-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the writer</category><title>Welcome, Winter.</title><atom:summary>Today is winter solstice, the shortest day of the year. The first day of winter.
It marks the beginning of the worst time of year for me: the sun is hiding, it's cold, and ... yeah, I think that's sufficient.

I've often wished I could have a huge castle, with a great hall and a massive hearth large enough to burn a yule log this time of year. Celebrate the longest night the way it was always </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/V0ihkyEdWyY/welcome-winter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/V0ihkyEdWyY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/12/welcome-winter.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-1769630395762196006</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-10T09:51:48.253-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">excerpt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">snark</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">edits</category><title>Snarky &amp; Snarkier</title><atom:summary>It's Saturday! And I'm editing! So, definitely time for a snark break!
And this week, I've decided to tease you with a sliver of Blacker Than Black, since my brain isn't able to really come up with much else. And, you know, only two weeks to go...

This is what you get when you push two equally snarky individuals into sharing space.



No black and
white sides here. I study the vampire.
Just </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/R27Ay9L0VEo/snarky-snarkier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/R27Ay9L0VEo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/12/snarky-snarkier.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-9136775071847500030</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-07T23:44:23.525-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FOAT</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">DEoH</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award</category><title>And the Rainbow Award for Best Gay Futuristic/Sci-Fi Goes To...</title><atom:summary>
*clears throat*

Drum roll, please.



In a three-way tie for first place,

Dark Edge of Honor.




My thanks to Aleks Voinov the Best Co-Author Ever (and CONGRATS too, Darth Vader -- you rock), Deb Nemeth the Editor of Awesome,

and all the very professional staff at Carina Press.

Cue the Snoopy Dancing, Streamers, Confetti Parade and Sundry Noisemakers.














</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/uuevPTP_ZNg/and-rainbow-award-for-best-gay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFReKHm8hqw/TuAzn85mNiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Q9jTEtz5JFA/s72-c/Rainbow+Award+Winner.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/uuevPTP_ZNg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-rainbow-award-for-best-gay.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-6911297285225407106</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2011 13:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-03T08:48:53.139-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the writer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">process</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">edits</category><title>That Sounds About Right</title><atom:summary>Sitting here with the morning winter sun streaming through my living room window, crusted with half-thawed frost.
Trying to get my brain in gear so I can dive back into some writing and editing. Sipping hot coffee, doing the usual internet trolling routine: *stretch, sip*, email, *yawn, fire up the trance mix*, tumblr, *perk*, fresh soldierporn images, *scratch, sip*, goodreads...

Today's </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/BhLR4atH2EI/that-sounds-about-right.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/BhLR4atH2EI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-sounds-about-right.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-1095727672109648629</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-25T00:16:15.432-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the writer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">process</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wip</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trunked</category><title>There is Beauty in the Darkness</title><atom:summary>

They're my friends, I call 'em Larry, Mo, and Curly.

Death has never been a subject that overly concerned me, not even when I was young. It's always hovered on the periphery, the inevitable, the natural course of existence, the unavoidable conclusion to the story.

Those that fear death, fear life, the warrior philosophy goes. So say the soldiers, who won't set foot in a hospital unless </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/cCoPpfTnZqw/there-is-beauty-in-darkness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/cCoPpfTnZqw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/11/there-is-beauty-in-darkness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-1771514977052106832</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 15:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-20T08:52:13.411-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the writer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">release</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black</category><title>Countdown Begins Today</title><atom:summary>Today's the 12th -- only one month until the release of Blacker Than Black.
To celebrate the countdown, I've started a Q&amp;A group on GoodReads (hopefully I've done it correctly) where you can come and ask questions about Black, the book, or anything else you'd like to discuss with me.

Including the subject matter and content of my recent post, Ones and Zeros: Breaking Past Binary.

Yes, it's </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/Yn-jbMlR31o/countdown-begins-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/Yn-jbMlR31o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/11/countdown-begins-today.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-5189365548509158191</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 21:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-11T16:15:07.881-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the writer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">process</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pic</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">edits</category><title>Timing is Everything</title><atom:summary>I'm sitting here at my writing desk, trying to get some edit/rewrites done. The words don't seem to be coming. Not for that, at any rate. I'm finding plenty of inspiration and words, just not for actual writing projects, it seems.
And I look up to see this.





Caused by the afternoon fall sun coming through the living room window, and hitting the wall just so.
A strange reminder that timing is </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/ypGSBpdo2EY/timing-is-everything.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOex_RH9yH8/Tr2QKtmmX3I/AAAAAAAAANY/QM0PjnbYsFI/s72-c/100_1909.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/ypGSBpdo2EY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/11/timing-is-everything.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-1347817135070206225</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T12:48:59.472-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">industry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">website</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">release</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black</category><title>Ones and Zeros: Breaking Past Binary</title><atom:summary>

I recently stumbled across a blogpost on the official OIIUSA website that made me hackle, hard.

For those that don’t know, OII is Organization Intersexual
International, the international awareness and rights organization for
intersexuality. I began following the blog some months ago as a result of Black’s
imminent release, doing research for content—news and otherwise—to feed onto a
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/VHuOjgZ2bmE/ones-and-zeros-breaking-past-binary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/VHuOjgZ2bmE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/11/ones-and-zeros-breaking-past-binary.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-4205863296766484064</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T10:18:13.169-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">series</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">origin</category><title>Meet the Muses: Origin: Black</title><atom:summary>This month marks the fifth birthday of my muse, Black, from "Blacker Than Black."

It was in the early fall of 2006 when I found a submissions-call for an anthology with a "Red Light District" theme. A fellow writer had challenged me to write something new and different, completely removed from anything I'd done before. Up until that time the bulk of my writing revolved around an epic fantasy </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/VI50cs79XS8/meet-muses-origin-black.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/VI50cs79XS8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/01/meet-muses-origin-black.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-6957524261146471732</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Nov 2011 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-08T09:34:04.337-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">excerpt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">six sentence sunday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">DEoH</category><title>Six Sentences: A Picture Worth A Thousand Words</title><atom:summary>Mike's handler is looking at a black and white print of  Sergei and the Doctrine general at a meeting. He can tell there's something going on.

Smoke billowed from his nose as Mike exhaled in one long stream. It hung in the stillness of the room, layered above the floor like incense in a temple, glinting in the sunlight.

“Not sure what.” He shrugged his shoulders, the simple observation a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/fgaBf8u4--I/six-sentences-picture-worth-thousand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/fgaBf8u4--I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/11/six-sentences-picture-worth-thousand.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-1673336356048705892</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2011 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-05T13:57:05.597-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">excerpt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wip</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">snark</category><title>Saturday Snark: Military Equivalent of "Wardrobe Malfunction"</title><atom:summary>This one's from a WIP that I'm working on, and this is a piece of the scene I'm currently editing today. I stumbled across this bit of #soldierporn snarkiness and just had to share!

Their fingers tangled as Hamm palmed Marc's cock through his trousers while Marc tried desperately to focus on undoing the buttons.
How many thousands of years of military refinement and nobody had devised anything </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/bYhcyayh7mU/saturday-snark-military-equivalent-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/bYhcyayh7mU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-snark-military-equivalent-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-738057164259889393</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-02T12:07:33.237-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soldierporn</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">excerpt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wip</category><title>WIP Wednesday: A Boy &amp; His Gun</title><atom:summary>This one's working title is "Fifth Sound, Sixth Sense" and is the story of a forward scout on what was thought to be an uninhabited planet.
Silly humans.



But he knew his rifle well, how to eke the most out of what Mat had to give. Mutilate All Tangos.“Time to play, sexy.” He stroked the trigger guard with his forefinger.When the tango shifted back into sight, the shape of a forehead, cheekbone</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/c-stCMSJshA/wip-wednesday-boy-his-gun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/c-stCMSJshA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/11/wip-wednesday-boy-his-gun.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5505580646032549706.post-8064099849859385992</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 10:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T06:30:02.540-04:00</atom:updated><title>Six Sentence Sunday: "Blacker Than Black"</title><atom:summary>For this week's six, a sneak-peek at Black, on the boulevard in the opening scene. A vampire just eased up to the curb in a snazzy little coupe, its glassy curves refracting the blue-lit glow from the buildings.


I soak up the sensation, willing the stranger
not to move, or speak; I want to stay in this moment for a while.  To freeze this pristine instant of unrealized
potential.  Before the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~3/UcXvNMl933I/six-sentence-sunday-blacker-than-black.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rhi Etzweiler)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/rhianonetzweiler/~4/UcXvNMl933I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://rhianonetzweiler.blogspot.com/2011/10/six-sentence-sunday-blacker-than-black.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

