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"Pardon me, Mum," the one in front said, showing that he knew exactly with whom he was dealing — and that he understood the proprieties. "Our employer would like to #consult with you."
"It's been a long day," she said, with her hand resting on her knife. (2/3) #wss366

Heather started to walk across the plaza, but was brought up short when she found herself surrounded by three large men wearing dark cloaks. She reached under her cloak and put her hand on her knife. (1/3) #wss366

I'm sitting by the pool with a can of Voodoo Ranger Imperial and marking up my program with a pen AS ONE DOES (when one is very very old). #loscon

Just touched down in LA… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bB3-CUMERIU

BDL -> DCA -> LAX

Wah! I just finally noticed that @SFWA is posting on Mastodon! I'm so happy!! Welcome! Welcome to the Fediverse! #WritingCommunity

Soon, I'll be headed to LOSCon: https://stevendbrewer.com/headed-to-loscon/

"Once upon a time," he began, "people made bias #ply tires. Then they realized that by changing the orientation of the cords from 60 degrees to 90 degrees perpendicular to the direction of travel…"
The boy was already asleep, so the father patted him, and slipped out of the room. (2/2) #wss366

"Tell me a story, Daddy!" the little boy said.
"Well, what do you want to hear?"
His eyes lit up, "Tell me the one about the tires?"
"Really? Alright. Close your eyes!"
The father glanced over and continued, "And stop that wriggling." Then he took a deep breath. (1/2) #wss366

Content warning:French toasties

I made myself some French toasties this morning slathered with telephone-pole syrup. As @philipbrewer points out, I actually have some real maple syrup in the fridge. But every so often, I have a hankering for the fake kind of syrup we used to have as kids, which is thicker and, somehow, more maple-y than real syrup. Mmmm.

Both of my prompt posts today are drawn from personal experience.

His father set him onto the golden sand and watched as the boy danced with excitement.
"Ah! Ah! AH! AH!" the boy screamed as he danced from foot to foot on the #scalding sand. Then he sprang back toward his father and the canoe rolled over, dumping them both into the water. (3/3) #WinterWorldsPrompt

The breeze picked up, providing relief from the oppressive heat.
"Hold on tight!" the man called, as he grounded the canoe in the sand, a few yards shy of the open ocean. "Are you ready!"
The boy shrieked with excitement. (2/3) #WinterWorldsPrompt

The little boy knelt in the prow of the canoe under the sweltering sun as his father paddled into the headwinds. The #river had grown broad as it meandered through brackish salt marshes and approached the sea. The boy squealed with excitement as the waves grew larger. (1/3) #WinterWorldsPrompt

As part of the @SFWA Winter Worlds of Giving campaign, raising money for the "Where The Need Is Greatest" fund, they call out #writing prompts, including #wss366, and offer some of their own! Help spread the word and support the campaign! https://mailchi.mp/b0dc8b386e56/sfwa-winter-worlds-hows-your-prompt-game #WritingCommunity

"Lord and Lady Ivy have been having some difficulty," she said. "It seems the Lord likes to gamble a little too much. And there's Count Cindakor. His wife is reportedly having a difficult pregnancy." She seemed to have the entire social #graph of the Belleriand aristocracy in her head. (2/2) #wss366

The crowd parted for Curtiss as he led Serena through the press of the ball. Serena held his arm and nodded to other couples as they passed. She murmured the names and various tidbits of social gossip to him as they went. (1/2) #wss366

Even though I didn't sell any books, I had a great time at the book fair yesterday. https://stevendbrewer.com/no-sale-no-fee-just-fun/ #writinglife

#WritersCoffeeClub What's your niche?

An n-dimensional hypervolume.

Hutchinson, G. (1957) Concluding remarks. *Cold Spring Harbor Symposia on Quantitative Biology*, 22, 415–427.

Davan stuck his tongue out. Jilli shook her head. He checked himself all over, feeling his arms and legs and head. Then he felt between his legs. He looked up at Jilli, anguished.
"C'mon," she sighed. "Let's go see the Witch." (3/3) #wss366