Tackling a set of revisions for an editor today. (A novelette, not the SF Western novel.) Been over a month since I tried wording and I'm already cranky with this "use real words to create visuals" thing, but whatever.
Also, cash is low and trying not to panic. (I sold several copies of Touch over the past couple of days, but won't have the money paid out for another week or so.)
Here are the ninja babies cuddling.
Happy Wednesday, folks. 😄
urrrrrgh migraine. :-/
humans confusing, aliens Show more
I understand other animals better than i understand people & i think thats bc our motives get so murky & muddied by agendas those in power impose on us that our behavior fails to make sense without extensive insider knowledge of an individual
Which could arguably be a deciding factor in why aliens dont contact us in readily recognizable ways. Our behavior is unpredictable to a fault unless youre suuuuper in the know. Some casual subject observation is almost meaningless
thinking of making up increasingly ridiculous folk sayings & inserting them into conversations while nodding sagely.
"you know what they say, your never bored if you build your house on a rollercoaster"
"ah,wise is the man who does not feed stray cats"
"beware those who come bearing carrots but offering cake"
"there is more than one way to skin a cat but there is only one way to furr a cat, which is to leave the cat alone"
"early to bed & early to rise means you don't get invited out much"
a nice self-care thread for #preptober on Twitter
The princess would ask for gifts as any child might, but her requests made little sense.
She would ask for 5 wooden buttons, or an empty barrel that once held apples, or weeds & herbs which she would then place in her finest vase.
This habit did not wane with age.
She would, of course, accept other gifts with grace, but her requests truly baffled all the court and her patient parents.
Secretly, she wished to be a simple country witch.
re: 6/6 #preptober (long) Show more
Deline blinked up at her husband’s junior wife, wondering why she looked as if she was shining. “Sleep,” she agreed. She was so cold. “Another blanket?”
“Another blanket. And, you know, Deline. I’m a Claw, too. You know I know there’s no such thing as magic to keep you from getting sick.” Anire kissed her forehead lightly. “Rest, Sister Claw. I’ll watch your back.”
Written to https://twitter.com/bambina_inc/status/1052273518208081921 on Twitter