“I swear, I’ve never murdered an ax — it was an accident.”

The clone is making himself a new ax… right now.

He saw a photo online yesterday of a particularly real-looking SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) pole ax, and now he isn’t satisfied with the ax he already has (to be fair, it was getting a bit wobbly and ragged around the edges), even though it looks better than what any of the other SCAdian fighters around here use. Besides, he’s helping with a demo of medieval-style combat at a local fair this weekend, and he always makes himself new stuff before an event.

(Grace is making herself new clothes — a red dress or something — for this same event. She volunteered to be speaker to humans mundanes the general public at the demo, explaining about the SCA and what they do.)

Someday I should share a few photos of my clone in his current set of armor.

There are days when I consider joining the SCA just so I can put on armor and fight, and see the looks on the other local fighters’ faces when they realize there are two of us… Then I remember that there’s a very good reason why I don’t do medieval-style combat. Being disabled sucks.

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About Thomas Weaver

I’m a writer and editor who got into professional editing almost by accident years ago when a friend from university needed someone to copyedit his screenplay about giant stompy robots (mecha). Having discovered that I greatly enjoy this kind of work, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use ever since as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom. I'm physically disabled, and for the past several years, I’ve lived with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have six cats. (The preferred term is "Insane Cat Gentleman.") I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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6 Responses to “I swear, I’ve never murdered an ax — it was an accident.”

  1. You posted a lot of imagery and insinuations about what’s going on without saying much. Love being thrown into writing like that. It stirred memories of Alice Sheldon’s writing. Cheers

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    • I’ve actually never read any of her writing, that I can recall (yes, I know what name she wrote under), so I can’t say my writing is at all influenced by hers.

      Um… “insinuations”? *confused* I didn’t explain in full detail, but I wasn’t trying to imply some Greater Picture or whatnot, either.

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  2. But chicks dig scars!!

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  3. Quintessential Editor says:

    The more I learn about you and your clone, the more I wish we lived closer together. It seems the gods have a way of making sure hermits remain just that.

    When I was younger, I attended Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape (SERE) school as part of my military training. The first portion is spent learning how to survive in different environments. Another portion requires you to create an improvised weapon from what is available. I imagine your clone would have created something glorious.

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