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Lady Cecelia's Choice, the second part of my new series, has clocked in at 12,700 words. #amwriting

I had three honors students who were stuck on their projects and — after many hours of technical support and debugging — I've got all three unstuck and moving forward. There may be others who are stuck, but they ain't tellin' me and I ain't askin'. At least not tonight.

nubaj ĉieloj, ĉien rigardi grize… sed jen la vento / cloudy skies, every direction gray… but there's the wind. #hajko #haiku #esperanto

Never Back Down came out of jump in the Maillard system.
"Overlapping wavesss of #prompt neutronsss detected!" announced Sssindy.
David's eyes narrowed. "Crude nuclear weapons?"
"Umami!" said Racy. "It's gone!"
"What?!"
"The whole orbital platform! There's nothing left — just debris."
"That's not just browned," David said. "That's well-done!"
"Well," Racy agreed. "That's, that," She laid in a new course. N.B.D. reversed direction and headed back into jump.

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Sakura buds *almost* open… #bloomscrolling

Do you ever have one of those days where you have so much to do, you keep turning around looking at one thing after another after another after… SQUIRREL!

When Wren came to breakfast, Crow was already at the table drinking a cup of coffee. Their mother, Robin, had gone to collect some fresh eggs for breakfast.
"Good morning, Sunshine!" said Crow.
"I not feel good," whimpered Wren, holding her stomach.
"What's wrong?"
"My tummy."
"Oh, no!" Crow said, looking sad. "It's probably liver flukes."
"What? What are those?" Wren asked nervously as Robin returned. Robin picked up an egg and menaced Crow with it. "Stop it!" she said. "Apologize!"

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My editor: "No, Mr. Brewer. I expect you to WRITE!"

#WordWeavers How much power does your MC have?

The protagonists I write are not generally the ones with real power: they are often, however, adjacent to power. We see the characters with real power through the eyes of someone more relatable. This is probably my own hang-up about power. I've experienced how power corrupts and so I've sought to avoid having power — and have tried to use whatever power I have in life to empower others. I find people who exercise power inherently unrelatable.

After their barbecue, the Mean Girls saw a bear ambling through the #park. They ran for their Speedrunner, but the bear leaned on the front and stopped it. The gravitic drive whined & then shut down.
"You didn't put out the fire," the bear said. "That's a hazard."
"We're sorry," they said.
"Go get some water and put it out," the bear said. "I can wait."
Two of them went to get water while the other two waited in the Speedrunner.
"Say… I don't suppose anyone has a smoke," the bear said.

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#PennedPossibilities Does your MC or SC have a favorite type of food?

The Better Angels gathered in the galley of Angel's Wings for dinner.
"What should we eat tonight?" David asked.
"Fun Meals!" shrieked the Angels.
"No!" David said, putting his foot down. "You need a balanced diet. You can't keep eating Fun Meals everyday!"
"Look, David," Zaza said, with a sly look, opening the replicator. "We already made Fun Meals for tonight. But we made you a Fun Dinner."

Zaza and Nene crouched under the bed, panting. They listened intently, but could hear nothing.
"How many of us are #left," whispered Nene.
"I think it's just us."
They heard a shriek followed by maniacal laughter.
"No. That was Mumu."
"I guess now it's just us. Should we separate?"
"I don't think there's any point. If we move, we'll be goners for sure."
They heard quiet footsteps approaching, louder and louder.
"Bebe is coming!" Bebe called, in a sinister voice. "Bebe is gonna tag you!"

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We are all set for entertainment while waiting for the eclipse. #DogsOfMastodon

Cecelia came down the grand staircase as 7 bells was striking. In a rush, Kasseh had helped her fix her hair and restore her makeup. Although her eyes were still a bit red and puffy, her cheeks were pink and she put on her best smile. Following a servant's directions, she arrived at the great dining room. It had a huge vaulted ceiling with immense beams of oak and there was a long, massive table of oak with dozens of chairs. But, other than Lord Kenderback, the room was empty.

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The squad was standing in a circle around Curtains and Updraft, who stood chest-to-chest.
"You're making a mistake," Updraft shouted, his face purple with rage.
"Curtains is in #command," Roughneck said. "You need to follow orders."
"I'm not taking orders from him!"
The other men silently shifted positions until they were arrayed behind Curtains.
"Follow orders now," Curtains said, calmly. "You can tell me how wrong I was after we're dead."
"Heh," chuckled Updraft. "Count on it!"

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#PennedPossibilities Who in your MC's family do they most resemble?

Emma curtsied shyly before the Queen. "Please rise," Momo said, then she glanced between Revin and Emma. "Wow. You two look so similar, one might think you were siblings."
 The blood drained from Revin's face as he realized the reason for his father's obsession. He looked at Emma who had her hand in front of her mouth but then she broke out laughing.
"Wouldn't that be something!" she said. "I never knew who my father was."

#WritersCoffeeClub Write a poem (max 500 characters) which describes you as a writer.

i stand before a field of white
the battle thus begins
it rages all throughout the night
to see which side might win
the day breaks hard, i douse the light
i've sent the manuscript
the editor to now benight
that sadomasochist

The #UMassAmherst Old Chapel, Memorial Hall, Bartlett, and Fine Arts Center on a misty morning. #WesternMass #SilentSunday

"Can you hear that?" Roughneck asked. "What is that?"
Curtains and the rest of the squad froze and listened. They could hear an odd roaring noise approaching.
"Flypaper!" Curtain ordered. "Shinny up this tree. See if you can tell what that sound is."
The gangly young man wrapped his arms around the tree and, putting his feet against the #trunk, scrambled up to the lowest branch then climbed up to the top of the tree.
"It's a balloon, Curtains! Everyone take cover before they spot us!"

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#WordWeavers Does your MC feel understood? Why/Why not?

"When I was growing up, I never felt like I was a girl. Or a woman," Revin began, speaking quietly. "Where I grew up, girls only had one choice: As soon as you showed signs of 'womanhood,' you were married off to a man to bear his children and do his housework. And if you talked back, you got beaten."
"You got beaten?" Words said, with horror.
"I got beaten a lot," Revin said.

(From Part Five of *Revin's Heart: The End of His Rope.*)