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#WordWeavers MC POV: What was your relationship with your parents? Siblings?

Revin is estranged from his family (as described in this scene from *Rewriting the Rules*). In the first sequel, *Devishire!*, he reconciles with his brother.

Whew! I just finished my first draft of Ecorozire! This is the third novella sequel to Revin's Heart. It's still pretty rough, but I think it's all there.

The two boys laid on the floor of their treehouse on an #August afternoon. "Whaddaya wanna do?" one said.
"Nothin'…"
The calls of cicadas mixed with the sounds of a lawn sprinkler and a lawn mower.
"We didn't do nothin' yesterday either."
"It's too hot to do nothin'."
"That's what I'm sayin'!"
Then they heard the tickling music of an ice-cream truck as it came around the corner into the neighborhood. They sat up and looked at one another.
"You go stop 'em! I'll go ask mom for money!"

#wss366

#SilentSunday "mute"

I'm seeing calls to mark your calendar for a 2025 #MarchForScience on March 7.

#WordWeavers How many people can your MC call their support system?

After Revin lost his mentor, he joined the pirates. Since then, he has kept adding to his support system. First the captain (Will), his first mate (Grip), and the first-mate's sister (Momo), and on and on. It's been fun to bring all of those characters together in the more recent stories for various celebratory events (which I won't identify because spoilers.)

#WritersCoffeeClub Tell us about a writer’s block that scuttled a project. Would you like to revisit it?

I don't call anything in my experience "writer's block." I just have wildly uneven rates of productivity on things. I have some projects I'm not working on right now, but if the fancy strikes me, I might start working on them tomorrow. Or today.

another funny story with a different bad word

There was a water leak along the street this morning. My wife asked, "Which side of the street was it on?"

"East side."

She said, "Did you just say 'East side' like some kind of asshole?"

If I told you you had a tasty chew, would you hold it against me? #DogsOfMastodon

funny story with a bad word

One of the ways you can recognize a local here is because you don't pronounce the H in Amherst. My son was talking to a robot online and it asked what town he was in.
"Amherst," he said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't understand that. What town are you in?"
"Am-HERST."
"One moment please..."
"Fuckin' robots," he grumbled.

I'm seeing reports that the NIH is going to cap indirect costs on grants at 15%. Currently, at my university, they're set at 61.5%. What this means is that life science research is going to be devastated and universities will be crippled. The overhead is what pays the bonds for the buildings and other big investments that universities have made in order to carry out this expensive work.

If you want to stay current with life science research in future, you might want to start learning Chinese.

*Lady Cecelia's Temptation* is the omake story for *Lady Cecelia's Journey*, a sapphic romantasy road story. It has not yet been scheduled for release, but if you subscribe to my monthly mailing list, you can receive updates when it appears. https://author-sdbrewer.micro.blog/subscribe/

#LesFicFri "Surprise"

"Good morning," Cecelia said.
The girl, not expecting anyone so early, jumped and squealed. Taken by surprise, she spun around. She looked at Cecelia and her eyes widened.
"Good morning, Milady," she breathed. She had picked up that Cecelia was a member of the aristocracy instantly from her accent. "It's going to be a moment before the kitchen is ready. May I bring you a cup of coffee?"
"Tea?"
"Yes, Milady. Of course! Tea!"

The other smiled and merely raised his finger. The man's eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped senseless to the floor. He gasped a time or two and then was still.
"As ye #sow, so shall I reap," he said with a smile, then faded slowly and vanished. (4/4) #wss366

The man took another swig from the bottle as the other approached. Then, with his finger, he twirled his knife around on the bar.
"I thought I'd killed everyone."
"So you did," the other said. "Every one."
"Where were you hiding?"
"I was right here."
"Not for long." He snatched up his knife. (3/4)

He left the bottle on the bar, then walked around the bar. He leaned up against the counter and looked up, inspecting himself in the mirror.
He saw the door open and a figure stepped through from outside: An unassuming figure, wearing dungarees and a Filson vest. (2/4)

The man walked behind the bar, mindful of the pool of blood on the floor. He set his knife on the bar and pulled a bottle out from behind. His hand was tired, so he pulled the cork out with his teeth and spat it out. Then he tipped the bottle of scotch back and took a swallow. Then another. (1/4)

If anyone is curious about my recent story fragment, here's a reference: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrogen_production#Nanogalvanic_aluminum_alloy_powder

From the third sequel to Revin's Heart. It has not yet been scheduled for publication. To find out when this work-in-progress manuscript is released, you can subscribe to my monthly mailing list. https://author-sdbrewer.micro.blog/subscribe/

"It's that light metal that the frame of the Vengeance is constructed from."
"And you can make the powder?"
"Well, no," the Professor growled. "We can tell that its principal component is made from #alum. But we don't yet know how to make the powder. Or the metal. We're working on it." (2/2) #wss366