D.D. Ward is Writing

I woke up lost in an enormous and luxurious four poster bed. I stretched, enjoying the feel of silk sheets against my skin. I lay, basking in the indulgence of my morning, until the reality of my situation landed on me like an avalanche.   I bolted up to a sitting position. Whose bed was this? This couldn't be my bed. My bed was a dormitory special. It was a single sized bed with a mattress that might as well be cardboard. I looked around. I did not see my dorm room. I did not see the dorm common room where I last remembered sitting next to Lynn.  Instead, I saw an opulent room decorated in a mix of regency and medieval styles. The styles clashed in strange ways. The walls were medieval brickwork overlaid with tapestries. The tops and bottoms of the brickwork were overlaid with crown molding. And the furniture was a mix of Victorian romance and crusader castle. The room looked gorgeous, but it made no sense.  And then I noticed the next thing. I didn’t have a hangove...

Things are changing fast. I don't know how long Twitter will continue to be a viable platform. I am looking into other options, but honestly, I may just forgo social media of that sort. I suspect I can build a better following person to person in any event. That said. I will be here as long as I am active at all. This is where you find me. This is where you reach me.  I am looking into Substack and Medium. But those will contain the same content that I post here. So as long as you follow me here, you will be able to stay in touch.  Read more in "Daughters of the Digital Empire," Available soon!  Check me out on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/users/ddwardiswriting  Check me out on Twitter: https://twitter.com/ddwardiswriting

Hello Internet, I've been hard at work on "Daughters of the Digital Empire." It's on it's fourth and possibly final draft. And I will be posting it here (and elsewhere) shortly. It will be posted under a creative commons share alike license. You will be free to write fan fiction. You will be free to use the characters in commercial works. If you like my stuff, consider supporting me. Selling book isn't how writers will make a living in the future, I think. I expect that we are going back to a patronage system, now crowdsourced by technology. I'm not opposed to that. So feel free to become a patron or similar. I appreciate all the support. It helps me keep doing this thing.  Read more in "Daughters of the Digital Empire," Available soon!  Check me out on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/users/ddwardiswriting  Check me out on Twitter: https://twitter.com/ddwardiswriting

“Explain to me again why you’re marrying him?” I said. “He’s a total creep and raging misogynist to boot.”  I stared at Lynn with set shoulders as I waited for her response. Lynn glared at me over the laptop. I met her gaze and refused to blink. Lynn was my best friend. We had known each other since kindergarten. We shared nearly everything in common, except our taste in boys. Rain pounded on the windows of the girl’s academic dormitory, and I could actually feel the wind shifting the building. Outside, lightning spiderwebbed across the sky, and then the thunder rattled the windows. I hadn’t had time to draw a breath between lightning and thunder.  Lynn shook her head. “I’m marrying him because that’s how it is. That’s who I marry. Period. No way around it.” I picked up my wine glass and paused. Was it my wine glass? It couldn’t be Lynn’s. She was holding hers. But we were the last two girls standing tonight. Lindsay was asleep on the couch. We had held Sophie’s hair out of th...

“Explain to me again why you’re marrying him. He’s a total creep and raging misogynist to boot.” Rain pounded on the windows and I could actually feel the wind shifting the building. I stared at Lynn with set shoulders as I waited for her response. Outside, lightning spiderwebbed across the sky, and then the thunder rattled the windows. I hadn’t had time to draw a breath between lightning and  thunder.  Lynn shook her head, “I’m marrying him because that’s how it is. That’s who I marry. Period. No way around it.” “But he’s so skeezy. He’s been hitting on those three other girls the whole time and doing it right in front of you. And then, he has the nerve to propose to you. And, I don’t understand why you’re saying yes! He has no concept of consent. He broke into your bedroom! He ripped your fricking top off when you accidentally got him horny that one time! He’s a world class creep. He's a monster! Why are you marrying him?” “Because that’s how you win the game, Ren.”  Ly...

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