Science educator, biologist, technology guru, and award-winning author of Esperanto-language haiku, haibun, and prose. he/his
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Instead of assessing legal judgments in absolute values, perhaps we should assess them in a percent of net worth. So, if you win a judgement against a homeless man you can collect $0, but if you win against a billionaire, you can collect hundreds of millions of dollars. How is that not fair?
"Mandy Fourteen, here," said the woman with three hovering cameroids. "We're here to speak with Hysteria Clit, former assistant to Jeon Besk."
A shapely woman, wearing a stylish suit, emerged from a building & hustled toward a 任せて SkyJumper.
"Miss Clit! Miss Clit!" Mandy called. The cameroids swarmed around the woman.
"No comment," she said, trying to push past the cameroids & enter the vehicle.
"Is one question too #onerous?"
"What is it?" Miss Clit snarled, rounding on Mandy Fourteen.
#WordWeavers 2 Who is your most intriguing character? Why?
I would say it's the Baron. Among the nobles on Belleriand, he's the foremost political leader. At some point along the way, he was given the sobriquet "Butcher Baron," but this seems at odds with most of what we learn about him throughout Revin's Heart. Before he became Baron, he was the leader of a mercenary force that preserved artistic and literary treasures threatened during wars. You should expect to hear more about him.
#WritersCoffeeClub 2 How often do you write in a typical week?
During the academic year, my energy is devoted to work: corresponding, commenting on student papers, etc. But during holidays & summers, I have more freedom to pursue creative pursuits.
When you're published, "writing" also includes many related activities: submitting & resubmitting work for publication, corresponding about work in press (e.g. writing blurbs, discussing cover art, revising manuscripts, etc), & promoting your work.
David paced the dimensions of his tiny cell: two steps, three steps, then one step. The door rattled. David turned & received his rations through the aperture of the metal door. It was a Fun Meal. He heard the laughter of the Better Angels in the hallway, echoing up & down the #endless corridor.
"No!" he screamed, then awoke, panting, in his cabin of Angels' Wings.
"What a weird dream," he thought, as he headed to breakfast.
At his place at the table was a Fun Meal. His eye twitched.
Who's an adorable boxer puppy? YOU ARE! YES, YOU ARE!! #DogsOfMastodon
I am a published author of queer light fantasy & space opera. My first published work, Revin's Heart, is a steampunky fantasy adventure with pirates & airships & a trans protagonist, released as a series of 7 novelettes. In December, my second work, a collection of short stories set at the Truck Stop at the Center of the Galaxy about the Better Angels, non-human biological androids that act as singing-and-dancing idols, but also sometimes do covert military operations.
I bought some local honey at the farmer's market this morning. When you're feeling achey from vaccinations a little honey is just the ticket. Of course, honey is always good for any reason.
Everything is falling into place… (My fall newsletter). https://stevendbrewer.com/everything-falling-into-place/
My son made chicken alfredo. It's not low sodium, but if someone else will cook for me, I'll eat it.
I am freshly vaccinated. I foresee a nap in my future…
#WordWeavers 30 How educated is your MC?
Revin, before he transitioned, grew up in a community where girls were not allowed to go to school after the fifth year. But his brother would bring him books from the library and he would consume them avariciously at night by oil lamp, educating himself to the best of his ability. After he escaped and transitioned, he worked with a law professor on a book project for a year, which gave him a veneer of education so that now he sounds well-educated.
Sssindy & the Better Angels came to a summertime music festival, but their performance wasn't until evening. They wandered through the festival, playing games & sampling the food, but were sleepy by afternoon. They found a shady spot to rest.
"Bebe is hot," Bebe said.
"It's too, too hot to sleep," Tutu said, fanning herself.
"Sssindy is nice & cool," Sisi said, #snuggling up against her.
When David returned, he found all of the Angels clinging to Sssindy asleep.
"Wut?" he said.
#WritersCoffeeClub 30 What do people say when you tell them you're a writer?
Since I'm an academic, people are mostly unsurprised. Academics are supposed to write, after all. They're more surprised to hear I'm an author of fiction—and am published—but most people are enthusiastic. Of course, academics tend to live in a bubble too. It's not like I live in some remote, red-neck podunk. People are much more likely to be derisive of me being an #Esperanto speaker. Or writing haiku. Or being a weeb.
I've been astonished today with #WritersCoffeeClub to not see every single author refer to Shunn to describe how they represent section breaks. Sigh...
Clad in robes, by #candlelight, the Angels sang a requiem in the vaulted cathedral, their pure voices forming perfect harmonies that echoed among the columns. After the final note, they stood, eyes downcast while the convener concluded the ceremony.
"Let us remember the departed & his final wish: that the Better Angels perform his favorite PuzzyCure song."
The Angels shed their robes to reveal magical-girl costumes. A spotlight snapped on. They struck a pose, then began to sing & dance.