@stevendbrewer@wandering.shop

I wonder if @tobadzistsini ever read *On The Road*… https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/oct/10/very-significant-jack-kerouac-story-discovered-after-mafia-boss-auction

Apple computer.

"It's not an umbrella: It's a parasol," he said, bandying semantics like a pro.
"But why do you have it?" she pressed.
"To #shield me from the deadly actinic rays of the sun."
"It makes you look like a fop," she said, brightly.
"I prefer the more technical term 'flâneur,'" he said. (2/2) #wss366

The elderly gentleman strolled through the park. He was elegantly dressed for the hot, sunny weather, wearing a light-colored linen shirt and multi-colored vest. He carried a parasol with little pompoms around the edge.
"Why do you have an umbrella?" asked a little girl in the park. (1/2) #wss366

Once the water finished draining through, Zsazsa removed the cone and handed the cup to Booboo who accepted it.
She inspected it suspiciously. "It looks like coffee." Then she tasted it. "It tastes like coffee! It's good! But I still want my cream and sugar."
"How barbaric, Darling!" (4/4) #wss366

Zsazsa took a pot off the stove and poured boiling water in circular patterns over the grounds. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air.
"It really does smell like coffee!" Booboo said.
"There are lots of ways to make coffee," Zsazsa confided. "But this one is supposed to be best." (3/4) #wss366

She walked over where Zsazsa had an object that looked like an inverted cone of glass and set it over a cup. She set a piece of #filter paper in it, and measured out two scoops of dark granules of something.
"Ew," said Booboo. "What's that?"
"That's what ground coffee beans look like." (2/4) #wss366

Booboo came downstairs at Mama-san's Izakaya, yawning. She walked over to the replicator to make herself coffee.
"Would like a cup of coffee?" Zsazsa asked.
"I can just punch it in myself," Booboo replied.
"No, Darling! Let me make you one!"
"Make one?" Booboo said, curiosity piqued. (1/4) #wss366

There's been a dramatic uptick in book review and promotion scams over the past month. I've always gotten a steady trickle of them, but it's become a torrent. The one I got last night was a different model than what I've seen before, but was very similar to one in this post by Writer Beware: https://writerbeware.blog/2025/09/19/return-of-the-nigerian-prince-redux-beware-book-club-and-book-review-scams/

Grr. Given how hard writers have to work for peanuts already, going after them as a population is like kicking people when they're down. Why not kick puppies, while you're at it.

#WritersCoffeeClub Are you motivated to write by internal drive or external goals?

There is a small demon that whispers, "Write or else I will make sure you can never sleep! Write or be condemned to relive the same part of your fantasy every night! Write or you will never know what happens next!"

On the other side is a tiny angel who whispers, "Write and I will help you visit far away lands where magic is real! Write and you can run with NeoBoxers and fly with owls. Write and find true love!"

"Oak galls! I'm going to make iron #gall ink!"
"We have ink," his mom said.
He gave her a silent stare.
"Are you going to make paper too?"
"You can do that too?" Ink forgotten, his excitement was palpable.
"Sure. Let me show you. We can find that other stuff later."
"You're the best!" (2/2) #wss366

"Do we have any iron sulfate?" the boy asked his mom.
"Say what now?"
"Iron sulfate!" he said excitedly. "I need some gum arabic too."
"I can't say as we have either of those things. What do you need them for?"
"Look!" he held up some round objects.
"Ew. What are those?" (1/2) #wss366

inter folioj, duone forfalintaj… malhelaj nuboj / between leaves, only half fallen… dark clouds #hajko #haiku #esperanto #writeout #SilentSunday

I got some pretty and inexpensive Jinhao fountain pens several years ago and liked them a lot. They're beautiful and write very nicely. Eventually, the black lacquer began to peel off the cap and then I lost one, so I decided to replace them. This morning, I inked them and am now writing a letter. Perhaps later, weather permitting, I'll take them and go #writeout.

me (pointing): They have a brown dog.

my wife: Did you say they have a groundhog?

I think it's called a tautology…

"What are these?" she asked.
The bear looked down and snorted.
"I'll give you a hint. They're called 'owl pellets.'"
"Owl… You mean…" Brunhilde snickered.
Later in the afternoon, she saw Forrest keeping watch.
"Did you have a nice lunch?" she asked, then giggled uncontrollably. (3/3) #wss366

"It's beautiful!" Brunhilde marveled at the cathedral-like space under the canopy.
She picked up the ball, but then saw a some oddly shaped things on the ground composed of hair and bones. Older ones had broken down, leaving little more than piles of skulls, femurs, and other bones. (2/3) #wss366

Brunhilde giggled as she chased the ball, but then it bounced past the briars at the edge of the forest. She stopped, not wanting to get her pretty dress caught on the thorns.
"Let me help," the bear said. He held the thorny bushes back and let her slip through to under the trees. (1/3) #wss366

Anybody use Zettlr? Thoughts? https://www.zettlr.com/