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Forrest went into a steep dive. He zoomed toward the ground, then pulled up and — with powerful wingbeats —— he hovered over the children.
"Stop that littering! Pick up that litter!" he shrieked.
The children started running in circles and screaming.
"Relax!" said one of the adults. "Watch!" (2/4) #wss366

Forrest circled high above the Volpex Picnic Park. A group of small children was having a party. They ran in circles, screaming, in the annoying way children did. Then they were given a popper and when they pulled the strings, they showered confetti and strings of paper everywhere. (1/4) #wss366

The Henderson's are playing some hard-driving blues at Berkshire Brewing Company. A perfect complement to a pint of bitter Foxglove DIPA after a long week back at work. #WesternMass

While out walking, we saw some cool blister beetles.

"You'll do just fine," Zsazsa said. "You'll be with me!"
She turned, so Booboo could reach the zipper.
Booboo slipped her hands inside the dress, under Zsazsa's arms, and reached around toward the front.
"Now, now, darling," Zsazsa purred. "We can do that after."
"Promise?"
"Promise." (2/2) #wss366

"#Zip me up?" Zsazsa said. She and Booboo were getting dressed up for a fancy reception.
"Do we really have to go?" Booboo groaned. "I won't fit in at all."
One of Zsazsa's acquaintances, a marquessa, was announcing her engagement. Everyone who was anyone was going to be there. (1/2) #wss366

"I'm afraid she's not here, Ruhrow darling," Zsazsa said.
Ruhrow heard a noise and saw the closet door start to swing open.
Zsazsa threw herself across the futon and pushed the door until it closed with a #snap.
"She'll be back soon," she said, her face now more red than pink. (2/2) #wss366

Ruhrow knocked on the door. He heard a commotion, then Zsazsa said, "Come in."
He opened the door. Zsazsa was sitting on a futon, looking slightly disheveled, with pink cheeks.
"What do you want?" she said.
"I was looking for Booboo," he said. "She said she'd help with a new recipe." (1/2) #wss366

#WordWeavers Do your protagonists deserve a happily-ever-after? Why/why not? Will they get one?

I almost always write happy endings. I hate stories that don't have a happy ending. Life is enough of a downer without having to read or write depressing stories.

She expertly whipped them. He stared at her chest which jiggled as she beat the eggs.
She drew the whisk out and showed him.
"Stiff peaks," she said. "That's how you know the meringue is done."
"Okay," he said. He was thinking of other stiff peaks. And it made something else stiff too. (2/2) #wss366

"C'mon," Wendy said. "You have to whip them harder!"
His babysitter always baked stuff when she came over. Today it was brownies, which used egg yolks. He'd asked about the whites.
He tried whisking harder.
"Tsk." She clicked her tongue. "Let me."
He handed the bowl and whisk to her. (1/2) #wss366

#WritersCoffeeClub Have you ever based a character on yourself? If not, would you?

All of my characters are me, but just with a twist, like, "What if I was interesting?" or "What if I was fun?" or "What if I was attractive?" or "What if people liked me?" or "What if I was a non-human biological android that looked like a bear?"

#ScribesAndMakers What creative activities are you hoping to work on this month?

I finished *Bearly Believable* yesterday, so I'm between projects. I'm not sure what writing project I want to work on next.

My fall class starts in an hour, so I will devote a lot of my creative effort to that. But it's my only class, thanks to my phased retirement. I'll only teach this class once more before I fully retire after the spring.

I also have a secret project. More about that as it develops.

#Wordweavers Introduce your writing to a stranger using just 5 words.

Revin's Heart: Steampunky fantasy adventure

Better Angels: Fluffy military space opera

Lady Cecelia's Journey: Sapphic romantasy road story

The Ranger walked over and looked at one of the so-called charcoal grills. They weren't made of charcoal. Or even carbon. Each had a metal box mounted on a post with a opening on the side and a top formed of an evenly-spaced row of metal bars.
"What is this even for?" he wondered.
"Warning! For your own safety, #please stay out of the construction area!" announced one of the illuminoids.
The Ranger backed up, then watched the dance of the HeavyLifters for a few minutes more. #wss366

#WritersCoffeeClub & #ScribesAndMakers How was this month for you, writing-wise?

I wrote a blog post to answer this in more depth than I could in 500 characters. But the basic answer is "pretty good." https://stevendbrewer.com/bearly-writing-in-august/

"Can I get something to drink?" Jim asked.
"I can offer potable water," Pascal replied.
"Nothing stronger?" Jim asked.
"There were no alcoholic beverages as part of the ship's #manifest, although some crew members undoubtedly brought some on board with them. There is alcohol in the medical facility, but my records do not unambiguously specify whether or not it is denatured." #wss366 (from *An Exchange of Services*)

From my forthcoming dark, cozy fantasy *A Familiar Problem* which has been delayed. You can receive updates when it appears through my monthly newsletter. https://author-sdbrewer.micro.blog/subscribe/

"Huh," he said, sweating and trying to sound puzzled and non-committal.
"It's almost like you're the familiar and…" she started to say, but then the bell rang and Rory got up.
"We'd better get back," he said, very glad to have cut short that conversation. (3/3) #wss366

"Weird?" he said, breaking out in a sweat. "What do you mean?"
"Well, normally, in a familiar #bond, the magical energy flows from the owner to the familiar. But yours flows backward." She peered at him again and shook her head. (2/3) #wss366