Miriam Joy (Author)

Writer of mythology-inspired urban fantasy and adventure novels about sarcastic modern-day knights. Reader of books, dancer of ballet, singer of songs, and blogger of an eclectic combination of things, usually relating to mythology, history, language, books, or social issues. Also swords.

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Flare Surfing by Bruce Irons

Professional surfer Bruce Irons straps flares to his board and catches some waves, leaving a blazing trail of inferno.

Then someone’s like: how about surfing WHILE ON FIRE

WHOOOOOOA O_O

I thought this was incredible photography of a sunset at first. Nope.

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Wordcount for Camp standing at 50,123! My target was 50k, so that’s done, but I’d really like to finish the book this month. Still, I wrote 4k today and my hands are tired — I think I’ll reward myself with a couple of well-earned episodes of Buffy.

A writer is a world trapped in a person.

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Evening Post: August 12, 1899.
"She immediately alighted, caught hold of the astonished youth, and gave him a sound thrashing, using her fists in a scientific fashion…”

I would love to know what this means.

I think that might be code for “punched him in the balls with devastating accuracy”.

I think the sport of boxing was (is?) often referred to as a science! In the older sense of ‘something that requires expert knowledge’. So if she thrashed him in scientific fashion, it implies that she had some expert knowledge of how to punch people, possibly learned from someone with some formal training!

NOTED FOR HER ATHLETIC POWERS is probably the coolest thing to be noted for tbh

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My laptop has a battery life of 6400 words and a few Twitter breaks. Fascinating.

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talk street magic to me

drawing power from the metro lines

illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run

plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens

elementary school kids learning basic sigils on the playground

wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move

alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments

middle schoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone

numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10

kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops

Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.

Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.

Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.

Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.

Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.

In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.

Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.

One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.

Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.

Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”

Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.

Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.

Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc. They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances, they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.

Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.

Street magic is an amazing concept.

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"Too many books?" I believe the phrase you’re looking for is "not enough bookshelves".

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I was in a school production of “Fame” last week. It being my first time on stage in a musical since 2009 (I’ve been in the band for the last few years), there were a few things I needed to learn. Now that I’ve had these valuable life lessons, I thought I’d share them.

Some are specific to musical theatre, others are more general advice for life. All of them are wise, infallible, and generally awesome. Well, maybe. Probably not. You really shouldn’t take me so seriously.

Also, I really can’t count. There might be 20. I don’t know. I listened to it multiple times trying to work out how many there actually were and still didn’t manage it.

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