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#WritersCoffeeClub What time of day is most productive for you? Why?

I always thought of myself as a morning person. I tend to wake up around sunrise (or earlier) and I would often go into work around 7am and get a couple of good hours of work in before other showed up needing things. It was my best time get creative work done.

By contrast, I've found that my best time for writing fiction is at night. I often write until midnight. It's weird. But it works for me.

An afternoon nap helps, tho.

"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 from Lady Cecelia's Knowledge, Part Four of Lady Cecelia's Journey

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) #wss366

Happy National Foundation Day to all who celebrate! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Foundation_Day_(Japan)

#MardaMemo #Esperanto

I can haz boxer dog. #DogsOfMastodon

If Discord moves forward with their plan to require age verification, I will cancel my subscription to nitro and begin looking for alternatives. https://discord.com/press-releases/discord-launches-teen-by-default-settings-globally

Last night, I made some simple comfort food: ground beef with onions, celery, hominy, and petite-diced tomatoes. Today, via @philipbrewer, I see this article that calls it "boy kibble." https://www.nytimes.com/2026/02/09/style/boy-kibble-ground-beef-protein-dinner.html?unlocked_article_code=1.K1A.Wgg_.CLf90as6R7Wm&smid=url-share

"Your pardon, Captain," she said, looking down. "I do not drink."
"You'll come in and have a drink!" he shouted. "Captain's orders!"
She tried to flee, but he grabbed her arm and dragged her into his cabin. (3/3) #wss366

"Young lady," he said, beginning to slur his words. "Won't you come in, and have a drink with us."
Heather had learned early on that alcohol did not assort well with her spiritual powers. If she drank, even a little, it put her at much greater risk of being possessed. (2/3) #wss366

Heather tiptoed past the captain's cabin and prayed, with the noise of the ship, he wouldn't hear her. He was #mercurial, with his moods as changeable as the sea.
His door swung open as she went by. He was drunk and partially disrobed. He had two days of beard stubble and stank. (1/3) #wss366

Heather tiptoed past the captain's cabin and prayed, with the noise of the ship, he wouldn't hear her. He was #mercurial, with his moods as changeable as the sea.
His door swung open as she went by. He was drunk and partially disrobed. He had two days of beard stubble and stank. (1/3) #wss366

#SilentSunday Mill Canal Newt, a stone sculpture at the Mill River Recreation Area. #WesternMass more info: http://www.johnsendelbach.com/p/sally.html

"It's the wrong season for that," Cecelia laughed, then continued, "It takes me back to Candlemain. They made an amazing cocktail there with rum and fruit juices that had nutmeg sprinkled on top."
After finishing their pasties, they laid back and dozed in the shade. (4/4) #wss366

"They're delicious! So savory," Cecelia said. "But what's that seasoning?"
"I think that's #mace," Kelli said.
"Oh, really! It really adds something."
"It reminds me of something," Kelli said. "But I can't put my finger on it."
"Maybe nutmeg?" Cecelia said. "They're both products of the nutmeg tree. Nutmeg comes from the seeds, but mace comes from the seed covering. It has a bit sharper of a flavor."
"That's it!" Kelli said. "Now I want some eggnog." (3/4) #wss366

They spread a blanket out on the ground in the shade and Kelli pulled out two bundles wrapped in paper. She handed one to Cecelia, who looked at it curiously and unwrapped it. It was a kind of pastry, folded over and crimped along one edge.
"What is this?" she asked.
"These are pasties. Mom makes these for when you can't get back for lunch. Try it!"
Cecelia took a bite. It was full of meat and cubes of some kinds of vegetables.
"Are these beef?"
"Yep. With potatoes and rutabagas." (2/4) #wss366

Cecelia and Kelli walked along the margins of the Ploughman's agricultural fields in Southbury. Cecelia took notes and explained to Kelli what the different plants were — weeds mostly — that lived in the uncultivated areas between the fields. Occasionally, they found interesting specimens that Cecelia would collect in her bag to press later.
It was nearly noon, and growing hot, when they arrived at a huge maple tree that stood alone among the fields.
"Time for lunch!" Kelli said. (1/4) #wss366

I received my NO AI pin from Duck Dock Go.

If anyone's curious what the flowers mean, I've written a post about the Language of Flowers to clarify: https://stevendbrewer.com/the-language-of-flowers/

"Would you like me to cut and arrange them for you?" Cecelia asked, getting out her clippers.
"No," Serena said. "For this, I'd like to do it myself. But would you keep me company?"
Cecelia smiled and nodded. (4/4) #wss366