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#WritersCoffeeClub What “established” writerly traits don’t really apply to you?

Most writers seem fixated on routine: having regular times for writing and setting productivity targets (even if absurdly low). I can't stand those. I write when I feel like it without any particular rhythm or pattern. I prefer to be governed by serendipity. https://blog.bierfaristo.com/content/ode-garden-slug

You can read more about Totemo Isogashii and Lambda (and Tau) in The Better Angels and Lambda and Tau in Better Angels: Tour de Force, only at the Truck Stop at the Center of the Galaxy. https://truckstop.waterdragonpublishing.com/product/better-angels-tour-de-force/

In the hatch was a massive male NeoBoxer. He barked happily at Lambda.
She trotted up and nudged him with her muzzle. Then she turned and barked at Totemo.
"Enjoy my reports!?" she yelled back. "Come back here, you traitor!"
Lambda's tongue lolled, then she followed Tau on #board. #wss366

"Don't take that tone with me!"
Lambda ruffed.
"You've already made plans? You're going to see a show? Where is it?"
Lambda ruffed again.
"Offworld!? How are you getting there?"
Lambda pointed. A shiny, new Xerxes Mark XX fast courier was parked just outside the building. (2/3)

"It's finally the weekend," Totemo said, stretching as she and Lambda left the office. "What do you want to do?"
Lambda barked.
"Me? I want to use the time to catch up on writing some reports I've been putting off."
Lambda growled.
"Well, do you have anything better to do?"
Lambda snorted. (1/3)

Why you should be worried about AI autonomy and security: https://stevendbrewer.com/ai-autonomy-and-security/

One man's trash is another man's trash.

You can read more about the Totemo Isogashii and Lambda in The Better Angels and Lambda and Tau in Better Angels: Tour de Force, only at the Truck Stop at the Center of the Galaxy. https://truckstop.waterdragonpublishing.com/product/better-angels-tour-de-force/

Lambda ruffed.
"Well, you *could* help," Totemo growled, trying to peer at the screen.
Lambda ruffed again.
"You could read the directions to me!"
Lambda rolled over and barked, tongue lolling.
"OKay, okay! You can lick the pukkin' bowl!" (2/2)

Totemo cursed. She checked the screen again, her fingers covered with dough while she used a spoon to #mix. Lambda lay on the couch and yawned, amused.
"Why can't I just replicate some cookies?" she fumed. "I hate that the Director makes me do this, like I'm some pukkin' Butter Angel." (1/2) #wss366

Higher Education Resists! https://stevendbrewer.com/higher-education-resists/ #HigherEducation #UMassAmherst

BTW: 面白くない (omoshirokunai) means "not interesting." But if you break it up as 重し 録内 (omoshi rokunai) it means "Weight Record." Whatever that means.

A lazy afternoon under the sakura blossoms. Only the bees are busy.

You can read more about the Totemo Isogashii and Lambda in The Better Angels and Lambda and Tau in Better Angels: Tour de Force, only at the Truck Stop at the Center of the Galaxy. https://truckstop.waterdragonpublishing.com/product/better-angels-tour-de-force/

"You know what that means, right? NBWR. NeoBoxer Wolf Reversion."
The fur on Lambda's back all rose. She began to drool.
Mr. Rokunai took a step back.
Lambda growled: just a low rumble. She stared at him and laid her ears back.
He turned and fled.
"C'mon, Lambda," Totemo said. "Let's go home." (3/3)

"Do you need anything else, Mr. Rokunai?"
He stared at her breasts.
"Maybe I could buy you dinner, on the way home," he said.
"I don't think that's a good idea," she replied. "It's a full moon tonight. See it coming up?"
She pointed east.
"Full moon?" he said, looking toward the horizon. (2/3)

"We're done, Mr. Rokunai," Totemo said. She and Lambda were out at a new construction site with Mr. Rokunai marking off protected plants with #tape. His fussiness made it take twice as long as necessary and it was now nearly sunset.
"Please, Miss Isogashii," he said. "Call me Omoshi." (1/3) #wss366

la belulinoj… antaŭ la venta balo, staras senmove / the beauties… before wind's ball, standing motionless #hajko #haiku #esperanto

Our sakura tree has begun to flower.

"Sir! Sir! Can you look at me?"
I started to struggle to a sitting position, but he gently held me down.
"Can you tell me your name?" he asked.
I laid back with a groan. "Marcus."
"Thank you, Marcus. My name is Walter. Do you know what happened to you?"
"Someone hit me." (2/2)