@stevendbrewer@wandering.shop

Naked, splattered with multi-colored paint, and still carrying the limp inflatable swimming ring, he checked the kitchen door. Locked. He retrieved the key they kept hidden under the rock and unlocked the door. His wife was standing just inside.
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
She started tapping her foot.
"You'll never believe what happened," he began.
She cut him off and said, "I don't want to hear another #story."
"What do you want?"
"The truth."
"Don't you… Can't I just…"
"No."

#wss366

*Lady Cecelia's Knowledge* is Part 4 of *Lady Cecelia's Journey*, a sapphic romantasy road story. It has not yet been scheduled for release, but if you subscribe to my monthly mailing list, you can receive updates when it appears. https://author-sdbrewer.micro.blog/subscribe/

"Chores?"
"I feed the pigs and Teenay feeds the chickens. Bello takes the sheep out. Mama and Sendi milk the cows. And Daddy and Buck take care of the horses and get tack ready for the day's work."
"What can I do?"
"You get to help!" (2/2) #wss366

Cecelia squawked in the morning when Kelli and Teenay sprang on her in the bed, jumping around, giggling, and laughing. She rubbed her eyes.
"What's going on?" she yawned.
"Time to do the chores!" Teenay shrieked.
"What time is it?" Cecelia groaned.
"Four bells," Kelli said. (1/2)

*Lady Cecelia's Knowledge* is Part 4 of *Lady Cecelia's Journey*, a sapphic romantasy road story. It has not yet been scheduled for release, but if you subscribe to my monthly mailing list, you can receive updates when it appears. https://author-sdbrewer.micro.blog/subscribe/

While it continued to rain outside, they spent the evening chatting amiably with the family. Kasseh spun them a tale about how they were traveling to the Capital for a relative's wedding and to bring the supplies for their business as a wedding present. She described their adventures in a highly redacted form. They were amazed to hear about the distant mountains and the sight of the ocean from an airship. Only Rudy had ever traveled farther than the nearby village of Strawtown. #wss366

The Trump administration is withdrawing funding for scientific research. I have a suggestion for my colleagues: Every minute that you are unable to conduct your research, you should devote to public advocacy in support of higher education. https://stevendbrewer.com/a-suggestion-for-my-colleagues/ #science #research #HigherEducation

We stood there skipping stones and, eventually, began competing to see who could skip the most. He was ecstatic when he won with six skips to my five.
"Hey, Dad," he said, finally. "Can I ask you something?"
"Always!" I said with a smile. (4/4)

"It's easy," I replied. "Find a flat stone and throw it like this." I picked up another rock and demonstrated.
He tried, but it just splashed in the water.
"Try again!" I said.
He picked up another rock and, time, he got two skips. (3/4)

"To the pond."
"Why?"
"You'll see."
He sighed again.
When we reached the pond, I picked up a flat stone and threw it side-arm to make it #skip across the surface, leaving a line of intersecting rings of ripples.
"How did you do that?" he asked, suddenly interested. (2/4) #wss366

"Hey. Come with me," I said.
He looked at me. He'd come home from school, heaved a huge sigh, then settled in front of the TV with a bag of chips.
"C'mon!"
He sighed, got up again, then followed me out the door.
We walked past the car and down the street.
"Where are we going?" he asked. (1/4)

"I'm very proud to be a chew-toy for Tanuki-chan," says @philipbrewer. #DogsOfMastodon

inter aliaj, eteta narcisaro… eĉ ne indas flar' / among others, a tiny bunch of daffodils… not even worth a sniff #hajko #haiku #esperanto

On the Ides of March, I'm idly wondering if history can repeat itself.

#WritersCoffeeClub Are you aware of any fanfiction about your work?

My first fan fiction was what I wrote myself as follow-on bits about my stories. But then someone told me this was not fan fiction, but literary canon.

I was truly charmed when @tobadzistsini posted the first real fan fiction of my work. I went around telling everyone who would listen that I had made it as an author because I had a fan (one!). I'm not aware of any others but maybe someday I'll have TWO fans! It could happen.

When they reached the Grand Hotel, grooms ran out to take charge of the horses and #lead them away while attendants unstrapped and unloaded the luggage from the coach. Curtains stepped down from the box and opened the door to the coach.
"We have arrived, Milady," he said. "And you are now safe. I must now return with my men."
He extended a hand to assist her down from the coach.
"Thank you, Milord, for your concern," she said, taking his hand and stepping down. #wss366

The two best things you can do for a small-press author are to buy direct from the publisher and to write a review. Both the author and the publisher make twice as much money when you buy direct. And reviews are the life's blood of publicity.

Today was what I call a "brain chemical day." I was grumpy and upset all day for no good reason I could identify. I tried to warn people. I did get some work done. And I managed to write a haiku and a story fragment, but not much else. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

A huge, scaly creature charged out and tried to grab a CuddleTum. They all squealed with terror.
A screaming report issued from the top of Angels' Wings. The creature dropped with a steaming hole blasted through its head.
"That's one!" called out Sisi, cradling an Ublyudok particle rifle. (2/2)

This time, when Angels' Wings approached Carolot there were no warnaways. Angels Wings landed again in the forest clearing. David opened the cargo hatch and the CuddleTums emerged somewhat fearfully. They stretched and hugged one another after being penned up in Hold One for so long. (1/2) #wss366