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#WordWeavers Share three interesting facts about your story or characters

1) The Better Angels are non-human biological androids, designed by the Magicorps corporation, replicated to spec, that represent a clean-room re-engineering of the human genome and contain no human DNA.

2) Neoboxers are the product of hundreds of years of selective breeding and cybernetic enhancement designed to lend their keen noses and stout hearts to any adventure.

3) Bebe's favorite dessert is lollipops.

#WritersCoffeeClub Can you foresee any circumstance where you might use AI to compose part of a story?

No-oh-oh-oh!

#PennedPossibilities Roughly how many stories have you written, and which one is your favorite?

It depends on how you count. Probably about 50 at this point: Seven are collected in *Revin's Heart*, six in *Lady Cecelia's Journey*, seventeen in *Better Angels: Tour de Force*, a handful of published short stories in anthologies and elsewhere. I have another dozen unpublished short stories. And my novel *A Familiar Problem* which is in press — and which is probably my favorite.

I ran updates on my linux box a few days ago and, since then, it would kernel panic every time I tried to wake it from sleep. I suspected it was the update to the nvidia driver, so I found a page that explained how to downgrade the nvidia driver (three cryptic "apt" commands) and went back to 5.5.0. Now I can wake my computer from sleep again!

My father always said that things like this were "just like using a computer."

ruĝa hibisko, suvereno de l' floroj… koro de l' ĝarden' / rose mallow, sovereign of the flowers… heart of the garden #hajko #haiku #esperamto #BloomScrolling

Trying not to dwell on summer regrets… https://stevendbrewer.com/summer-regrets/

The soldiers marched through the morning. The sun climbed in the sky & the weather became hot and steamy.
Helia began to nod off & Cecelia had to #smother her yawns. Helia rested her head against Cecelia's back. Cecelia held her hands so she wouldn't fall off the horse as she slept.
There was no further harassment of the soldiers by Sergeant Baker & the lumberman.
The sun was nearly overhead when Cecelia looked ahead & saw the gigantic airship factory begin to appear over the horizon.

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#WordWeavers Who would die first/last in a horror movie?

I don't watch horror movies so I have no basis for judgment.

#WritersCoffeeClub How might you summarise your WIP for the blurb?

*Lady Cecelia's Journey*: Love blossoms between two young women, aristocrat and commoner, who risk everything to pursue a life together, in face of family and societal disapproval. Their hopes take them from their small town, across the island, to the Capital following the passionate dream that they can be together openly.

Cecelia sighed to finally be off her sore feet. Helia clung to her and giggled to feel the muscles of the horse move under her.
When they reached the end of the field, the corporal carefully latched the gate before continuing on.
Cecelia looked on curiously.
"So the other horses don't wander off…" he explained.
Cecelia was touched by the corporal's thoughtfulness.
"Were you a farmer?" she asked.
"We basically all were. Before the Duke came." He sighed.

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Hillsong barked orders. The soldiers reformed in ranks and took up the march again.
The lumbermen had abandoned the draft horses. At a word, the corporal collected one, a huge gray percheron. He left the bridle, but removed the harness. Then he led it over to Cecelia & Helia. It was enormous, towering over the girls. It chuffed when Helia patted its nose.
"Let me help you up," he said.
He boosted them up on its broad back and then led the horse across the field, following the soldiers.

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#WordWeavers Are your MCs conflicted with their religious beliefs?

What religious beliefs?

After it rains, Tanuki-chan always loves to drink the "bench water". #DogsOfMastodon

Once the soldiers had secured the far bank, Hillsong walked over to Cecelia.
"Pardon me, Milady," he said, bowing. Then he scooped her up in his arms. She struggled for a moment then realized what he was doing & relaxed.
He nodded at the corporal who similarly picked up Helia. The two men walked down the bank & waded across the muddy river holding them above the water.
"You're a in real #pickle," she said to him as he carried her across.
He sighed.
"The Duke does not tolerate failure."

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Weeds growing up between bricks. Maybe red sandspurry? #WeedScrolling

#WritersCoffeeClub Does your WIP have an epilogue? Share a snippet. How do you feel about epilogues?

*Lady Cecelia's Journey* does not have an epilogue. *Revin's Heart* sorta does, to tie up loose ends:

"They seemed to think they had absconded with the bulk of the treasury of Havelock, yet when they arrived, there was no money."
"Huh," Revin said blushing, in spite of himself. "I guess they must have been mistaken."
"Mistaken," Queen Momoire growled. "Is that what you call that?"

#WordWeavers Any MC's that are pregnant or nursing on page?

No comment.

When Elon Musk says, "My son," he is asserting his ownership over them — even over the self-determination of their own identity. The right-wing mindset is that some people (namely, white men) should get to own other people (chiefly women, children, and people of color). We must never compromise on this principle and dedicate ourselves to stopping those who would.

Rose of Sharon. #BloomScrolling

Chaos reigned. The men on the far side, at the direction of Sergeant Baker, had sawed through timbers of the bridge and used huge draft horses to pull the bridge over. Now, they began to throw stones at the men thrashing in the water. The soldiers quailed for a moment, unsure what to do.
Major Hillsong, an island of lucidity among the madness that surrounded him bellowed, "Charge!"
The soldiers of Havelock waded across the muddy river & the handful of stone-throwing lumbermen fell back.

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