tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40971069444899627122024-03-21T23:09:40.167-04:00Randitty: Random Fiction by a Witty WomanOne Black woman's mad-feroz fantasy fiction world of talking horses, cheeky damsels, lesbian assassins, cat cities and bedtime stories...Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-23608637796231011222015-09-12T13:08:00.001-04:002015-09-12T13:08:54.891-04:00Randitty has moved to WordpressYou should be re-directed to randitty.com in a moment...
Thank you for reading my fiction blog for so many years. Even more stories are waiting for you on the new Wordpress site, and it will be easier to search for and find the other wonderful, random and witty things you'd like to read.
Please bookmark the new page, as this old blog will eventually be taken down.
Some stories have been Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-44921389987440742642015-02-01T12:29:00.000-05:002015-02-01T15:47:45.220-05:00Springtime for Randitty on the InterwebsThe Interwebs will be happy and gay. Woohaaa!
Or, I guess I could have just said, 'hello'... I haven’t posted anything in a while because I’m working harder than ever on my novel (as usual), but I’m also transitioning Randitty to a new website. The new site will have improved navigation between stories, much needed girl-punk eyecandy, and the long-awaited comic strip "Cat City." (You know, the Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-30121136721591600702014-09-11T21:21:00.000-04:002014-10-31T11:12:35.185-04:00Madoka Magica and Me
Sometimes when you're writing or doing something else creative, you need to stop and take a break because you feel drained. I recently experienced a one-two knock out punch version of this.
If a jet plane runs out of fuel, it can't run. And you can't just put anything in the tank because it's a friggin jet plane. Maybe it's even an Anti Stealth Radar Jet the Su-37/35 F-22 which is argued Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-69799702788097595642014-08-27T21:52:00.000-04:002014-08-27T22:13:01.784-04:00High School's a Zoo...Georgina raised her head when they asked her.
She shut her eyes, the long lashes perfect, curved lips flush and sensuous, and what a lovely neck she had. Nearly clear, almost golden, but no tan. No, she was their spokesmodel for a reason — the fair epitome of being 'born with it' — the plastic banner "Maybelline" lifted gently at its edge as the fan passed to point at that end of the auditorium.Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-562969339915337262014-08-11T20:34:00.000-04:002014-08-11T21:03:07.795-04:00Can your beliefs conquer suffering?
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Koriandra, the Horse Huntress
Today, while I was feeling burned out after a day of work,
thinking of all I wanted to do with my life but hadn’t yet done, these hopeless
words I once wrote came to me:
“Belief is only belief, but suffering will
always be suffering.”
I’ve written several stories about women who are desperately
frustratedPuja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-44030504302249528162014-05-16T17:53:00.000-04:002014-05-16T17:53:37.612-04:00Happy Anniversary, Randitty!I raised my head up from the fog of novel writing and realized that it's been six years already since I first launched this blog. Randitty has been so much fun to write stories and create artworks for... but why try to write out my excitement and exuberance?
Check me out, man!
Correction: Hippo lost his hair in the fire. He didn't get it there...
I'm still on hiatus, busy finishing up my Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-15105974822188417012014-02-06T20:32:00.000-05:002014-02-09T00:22:19.651-05:00When Red Expands<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Mistress Howlar-haelia Turim (sketch and digital)
Milk-red expands and expands. You awaken. You see your knees
raised under night-blue covers in front of you. Your back is resting on the
pillow. The book is still in your lap. That shadow… your coat hanging on the
doorknob, so yes, it’s okay… it’s not anyone at all. Warmer red. Eyes must have
slipped Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-86438670302107360452014-01-24T07:57:00.000-05:002014-02-02T16:45:38.144-05:00A Snowball's Chance...
Frozen blue snowball (oil pastel)
I'm still technically on hiaitus, but every time it snows so much in DC, I'm reminded of this story I wrote after snowmageddon happened, around 2009... A really lopsided
snowball fight brings two taciturn DC neighbors together. Totally a
shameless re-post!
Dear Mr. Tannenbaum,
Please consider the following before you file criminal charges,Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-62855121813172452332014-01-20T11:56:00.000-05:002014-01-20T12:01:56.637-05:00Slowing down 'teh storiez'Hi everyone,
Those lucky folks who are subscribed to my Randitty Newsletter know that I planned to post several new exciting stories, a webcomic about fashionista cats and dazzle you all with more Xena: Warrior Princess-style writing tips in 2014.
And, if you're a long-time reader, having followed my blog since before the newsletter, then you also know that sometimes my plans get completely Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-26380333959170104452014-01-06T21:31:00.001-05:002014-01-06T21:36:40.052-05:00Phobos Xo Robobos
Chapter One: Kashizaerian
Father Dukensis unsheathed hands from up his green sleeves, snarled, and began just shooing people into their proper places. The other clans weren’t moving fast enough, were they? And they weren’t all wearing their robes properly, were they? No. And nobody was making their signs properly at the pentagram—of course they weren’t! Ugh! Urghrrrr…
“You all take your sour Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-76771667111786800882013-11-10T17:29:00.000-05:002013-11-17T19:14:43.708-05:00I'm talkin bout tha TARDIS!!
Do you know about the 50th Anniversary of Doctor Who coming up?
So, at around 8:00 pm on a Saturday night, I
was with my sister and a friend in a bookstore when, suddenly, a slightly
disheveled, charming teenager speed-walked up to me, Dr. Who style, and
eagerly commented, "I like the tardis you're holding. I need that."
Because, I
was, in fact, holding a small box with a tiny light-up Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-59555661004603238002013-11-02T10:11:00.001-04:002013-11-02T10:12:13.858-04:00Halloween Paperclip Safari: Coming to you soonHello everyone,
For those of you receiving my newsletter, you know that I was planning a Halloween surprise: "Paperclip Safari: The Tiniest Thriller Night" for the blog. But! Feeling ill and then a surprise attack by the paperclips in my office — on Halloween night — have prevented me from finishing the music video.
Never fear... I am in recovery, the tiny oblong wounds on my arms and legs are Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-6982698800681746562013-10-26T09:00:00.000-04:002013-10-27T10:17:05.621-04:00Clippageddon Four: Furlough Reloaded!<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Episode Seven
Washington, D.C. A veritable paradise of government-funded
natural spectacles. From the beautiful heights of pulpit rock, down the
majestic hiking trails of her Rock Creek Park… those shallow, brown waters that
eddy beneath the courageous rushing waterfall at Pierce Mill. And then, taking
a swift bike down the trail there past Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-15283617930437012182013-10-19T22:26:00.002-04:002013-10-19T22:45:56.603-04:00She's a Mean Old H4 Bus, Cpt. 10<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Don Juan’s
Freddy Gonzales had never before seen so many tangas in his life.
That is what Keeper Josh accused Freddy of, looking at the
tangas, once they were seated for a while and the young man hadn’t said
anything. Freddy had been staring all around at murals he’d seen plenty of
times before, as a child. How long since his mother and father Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-25207912371749397712013-10-05T09:57:00.002-04:002013-10-27T11:27:48.364-04:00Coming up in October… <!--[if gte mso 9]>
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bisexual dragons and, sea priestesses proselytizing Maury Povich-style, I have a
lot of other projects in the wings.
If you’re curious about my steam punk stories, the soap
opera I created for my pet fish and exactly when -the book- “She’s A Mean Old H4
Bus” is coming out this Fall, then you Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-27857535576160819282013-08-17T13:38:00.001-04:002013-10-19T22:48:30.863-04:00She's a Mean Old H4 Bus, Cpt. 9
The Cricket Queen
“Promise me… promise me you won’t tease me, Freddy.” Katie Lynn swept blue fingers in latex gloves through large waves of short, blonde hair. Like a black and white actress Freddy saw once in an old TV movie… That’s how Katie always did it, like she was being careful not to put her fingers through white fire.
“Did you hear it?”
“Uh…?”
Now, Katie shivered. She checked againPuja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-524820726854179922013-08-03T16:48:00.002-04:002013-10-19T22:53:58.528-04:00She's a Mean Old H4 Bus, Cpt. 8Behind the Waterfall
There was also a fishkeeper, named Kyle. Ron was the keeper of the gargantuan reverse osmosis water filter, and what pumped fresh water through all the aquaria, and all the crazy building engineering. The man for the mammals was old Harry. He’d worked together forever with the bird keeper Ghini before they both went to birds for a time and then finally arrived at Amazonia Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-43061678324892094482013-07-27T12:35:00.001-04:002013-10-19T22:48:56.591-04:00She's a Mean Old H4 Bus, Cpt 7Chapter Seven: Amazonia
“No, I’m seventeen.”
Freddy shook his head at the woman sitting at the desk. The Visitor’s Center at the National Zoo had two or three anterooms that were used for summer camps during the week and children’s birthday parties on weekends. Freddy could hear kids singing at some kind of animal game through the walls.
The classroom chosen for what had once been Marion Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-29818734262331169462013-07-16T08:12:00.000-04:002013-10-19T22:49:13.477-04:00She's a Mean Old H4 Bus, Cpt 6<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Chapter Six: His
Hoodie
Marlin, the busdriver finally stepped on the kid’s shoe to
wake him up. Freddy Guzman was a black kid, fifteen, Marlin guessed. Though he
raised his eyebrows when he finally got the kid’s full name.
“Wait, you said Guzman? You’re Spanish. All this time, I
thought you and your people were the only black folks in Mount Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-76544978641959129352013-07-10T23:25:00.002-04:002013-07-27T13:06:36.239-04:00Writing with a broken heart<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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More single gal writing advice (and slightly entertaining drama too!)
Sorry that it’s been a while, fellow writers… readers… what
are you? Write-eaders? Wreaders?
Um, but when you’re reaching down into your most sensitive
self to write in any case, and then while your hand is down in there, other sharp
things cut up your fingers, ruin your perfect Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-71032133226689824022013-06-19T08:00:00.000-04:002013-07-27T13:07:51.292-04:00Writing when you're single, Part Three<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Chapter Five: Screaming
in Spanish
Emperor “Moi” Crush reached out with his furred arm and
swiftly took Mike’s rifle away as he armed himself. Charlotta got her gun. Dark
legs spread, shaking, cussing at herself for not being able to decide whether
to…
“No me pegues, Charlotta, o pegaré a tú novio, mister asian-persuasion
over there...”
“Shut up,Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-45268130406959140772013-06-12T08:00:00.000-04:002013-06-15T16:02:07.382-04:00Writing when you're single, Part Two<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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The Writing When You're Single series continues... this one's a two-fer!
#2 Writing on date night, and writing with a broken heart
What about weekend
nights—do you ever feel guilty for staying in to write if nothing else comes
up?
For this one, first let’s debunk the idea of singlehood
being a pathetic or less-than state of existence. I’m not a Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-79861867179218862582013-06-08T12:48:00.000-04:002013-06-15T16:02:45.150-04:00Writing when you’re single<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Oh, yes I did draw a black
Wonder Woman with cornrows...
I’ve had some funny hehe (entertaining) and funny haha (oh,
how embarrassing) moments writing as a single woman. Even as a black single
woman, which adds another layer to what you may experience when you’re drafting
your novel at home in singlehood, trying to explain your story-babies to folks atPuja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4097106944489962712.post-39653336696524463632013-05-23T19:00:00.002-04:002013-06-08T13:10:45.718-04:00Get inspired by Daft Punk and Rolling StoneHow I rocked, ro-bot-rocked my way to feeling recharged about writing...
I get energized by really outstanding, super-weird creative people. And, Daft Punk's feature in the June issue of Rolling Stone was so goddamned satisfying for a fangirl like me. They cover everything I've been fiending to learn about: the helmets, three eras' worth of their muses, and the secret, new pieces that intend to Puja B. Cantahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13054490640055826123noreply@blogger.com0