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As a motif, all of the covers in my steampunky fantasy adventure *Revin's Heart* books feature windows (and airships). My favorite cover is the one for Part Seven, *Rewriting the Rules*: https://waterdragonpublishing.com/product/rewriting-the-rules/ #FensterFreitag

Totemo rolled her eyes. "Someone," she said, pointing down, "sheds."
Lambda, with her eyes closed, growled quietly. Miss Dairy snickered.
"Once!" Totemo snapped. "One time one of my hairs got in your food. Only once!" (3/3) #wss366

Miss Dairy looked over at Totemo, who was wearing her khaki shirt and trousers.
"Are you going into the field this afternoon?" she asked.
"No," Totemo said. "I'm working on reports in the office."
"Why are you wearing your field clothes then?" (2/3) #wss366

Totemo Isogashii met Miss Dairy for lunch at the park. They sat on a bench eating their bentos while Lambda lay underneath in the shade, snoozing. In point of fact, she had joined them for lunch too, but had eaten hers in less than 30 seconds. (1/3) #wss366

Adhorbs: adorable and horrible at the same time.

After a half hour, she stood and stretched. She inspected the results critically.
"On the way home, I need to buy a new drawing notebook and some charcoal," she thought. "Or maybe pastels." (4/4) #wss366

She turned the page, and began to sketch a rose blossom. At first, her movements were uncertain and shaky. She made a couple of false starts, but then began to regain confidence. But the pencil was frustratingly pale and imprecise. (3/4) #wss366

She glanced over, and then looked again. Seeing her old art notebook had reminded her of the interplay of light and shadow. Her fingers itched. Finally, she could stand it no longer.
She settled onto the ground near the rosebush, with her observation notebook in her #lap. (2/4) #wss366

Cecelia spent the early morning in the botanical garden, quietly pruning, weeding, and recording observations with pencil in her notebook. The sun cleared the wall into the courtyard and illuminated one of the few remaining original rose bushes. (1/4) #wss366

#WordWeavers Tell us about something funny that happens to a character.

Tseluna held up a finger and said, “If you don’t learn to obey promptly, I will be compelled to punish you.”
Grumbling, he dragged himself out of bed.
“You’re Tseloony,” he thought to himself.
“I heard that,” she said in his head. He cringed to be reminded, once again, that she was constantly in his head, reading his mind.

from my cozy, dark fantasy *A Familiar Problem*: https://waterdragonpublishing.com/product/familiar-problem/

The real difficulty isn't providing universal health care. All of the developed countries have shown that's feasible. But the US has an additional requirement, namely that it must not provide care to the "undeserving." Keeping people divided is fundamental to how the oligarchy maintains control.

#SilentSunday Rainbow over West End, St. Croix, USVI, August 2017.

If you want to know which news media organizations are complicit, just look to see which use the word "captured" to describe the abduction of Nicholas Maduro.

Reluctantly, Cecelia opened the notebook again.
Kasseh draped her arms over Cecelia's shoulders and studied the drawing for long minutes. Then she kissed the top of her head.
"You don't ever look like that anymore," she said.
"And I never will," Cecelia said. "So long as I have you." (5/5) #wss366

She almost teared up. She had almost forgotten those feelings of desperate and hopeless longing.
"Oh, dear heart," Kasseh said, from behind. "You looked so sad!"
Cecelia snapped the notebook shut. "How long have you been there?"
"Just for a moment. Let me look again!" (4/5) #wss366

Then she turned a page and drew in her breath involuntarily. It was the self-portrait she had drawn: looking directly at the artist.
She had the haunted expression she remembered so well, before she knew what she was -- when she still thought there must be something wrong with her. (3/5) #wss366

He always wanted her to sketch some classic still-life topic, like a draped cloth or a bottle. But she had refused. She smiled at the memory.
She continued to #turn pages. There was the run-down shed in the formal garden. And the intricate and twisted branches of the Camperdown elm. (2/5) #wss366

Later, Cecelia looked through her old art notebook. The earliest sketches were all flowers from the greenhouse at Aspidelle Manor. She had begun drawing in winter. There was a Camellia blossom, a raceme of orchids, and forced bulbs. She still remembered her tutor's exasperation. (1/5) #wss366

If you miss living in a country of laws, remember that anyone who is not cis-het and white has always known that we have never lived in a country of laws.

"What do you mean?" Kasseh said. "These are amazing!"
"It was a long time ago. I couldn't do that today."
"That doesn't matter," Kasseh said. "If you practiced again, it would come back. Just like with me and cooking!" She grinned, handed Cecelia a serving spoon, and took her seat. (5/5) #wss366