Dell - Deal (cutting one can take work)

Kitten mews and acts cute.

You know things are bad when the virus from hell strikes just before an important event. sighs

(EDIT: Not me, someone else involved)

Putting on a fresh pot of M's wonderful coffee. Teas are Cream of Earl Grey (from David's Tea) and Scottish Breakfast. Washed the pitcher and refilled with fresh iced tea. There's plenty of sugar and lemon wedges on the counter if you want to flavour it. Soda supply looks good.

Quiet, sunny day here though we are supposed to get showers in the evening. Just settling in for some writing.

Later, alligators.

Hey, welcome to the light side of the writing force, Myrrrh. Nice to see you. And thanks for the coffee. I don't drink the stuff myself but most of the regulars do.

whirrrrrr of the grinder

Okay, so we have a fresh pot of Sagada coffee brewing courtesy of M, English Breakfast and Buddha's Blend teas in the pots. Fresh pitcher of iced is in the fridge.

Kind of meh here. Been raining overnight and supposed to get showers until early afternoon. Trying to write these days but finding it hard for some reason.

Will probably be scarce after today. M's coffee is in the coffee cupboard and I've cleaned the grinder and made sure it will work well. Tea, sodas, and such all well-stocked.

I have never watched any of Stranger Things but any series that can put Kate Bush back on the musical map is by definition a favorite of mine. The song in question is "Running Up That Hill" from 1985's The Hounds of Love, which apparently plays a key role in Season 4. One of my favorite performances of the song is this one from 1987 featuring Pink Floyd guitarist David Gilmour, who has a long history with Kate going back to the beginning of her career (he had a hand in getting it started).

Fortunately, the Ape is here to make up for her gaps in knowledge. 😊

5389 (🍺)

Tale - Tall (what my son is)

Dragon sits on dwarven treasure.

Or, if you prefer,

Or, if a cold drink is more your thing...

Good morning!!

Wine - Wink (😉)

Spring will soon become Summer.

An ape saunters in.

Sorry I've been scarce. Writing, housework, and other such stuff going on. Tea and cookies will go down well. A Mason jar and a hibiscus flower for the latter, Earl Grey for the former.

Finally clean the car interior (we tend to wait until planting season is over or it just gets messed up again). Going away for three days this week to see the not so little one. But I should be around tomorrow and Tuesday.

I have the final part of The Chronicles of Tana the Healer in draft but it still needs work. Mostly polishing and revising, though. I am quite happy with the story and how I am sending my friend Tana on her way. Though I am contemplating more stories in that setting, I will probably leave her in peace now that I've resolved this story. I would like to do something with the Denith Lorn, the priesthood I mention a few times in the Chronicles, but not sure what. As a bit of a theology and religious studies nerd, it kind of bugs me that I haven't done much with the religion and mythology of that world beyond the dark side.

Time to put out a fresh pot of java and some fresh tea. Tetley's Orange Pekoe and a Black Current black tea in the pots. Iced tea is refreshed and pop stock checked, as is the ice cream (though it isn't too terribly summer-y here after our two day blast of heat at the beginning of the week).

Have a good one!

Later, alligators!

So a member on Wondercafe2 by the delightful (heh heh) handle of Delightful Life posted this. It is a curated list of writing contests and competitions happening this year with information on theme, prize money, entry fees (where applicable), etc. Figured us literary types might benefit from having this handy so I'll post it here.

https://blog.reedsy.com/writing-contests/

Oh, and they've indexed it by genre, too, with a list of genres on the left side that you can click to drill down to a specific one.

Pint - Pine (a fresh-scented tree)

You know things are bad when you know the election result before the polls even open (yes, this is me today)

Five fingers has a hand.

I was born more than a decade after the coronation so Elizabeth II is the only monarch I have known. Fantastic that she has made it to this occasion.

That said, I have a sense that the monarchy in Canada might not last long once she goes. In my generation (what we call Gen X here), there's probably more loyalty to her personally than to the institution and the Andrew scandal has definitely done damage. In the generations after me (Gen Y, Millennials, Gen Z), I get a general sense of apathy. They know little about the monarchy beyond what makes the news and don't have any particular loyalty, even to Elizabeth II. Part of that is immigration from countries that are republics already (e.g. lots of immigrants from India and Pakistan in my part of Canada, both of which opted to ditch the monarchy after independence) and part is just not being engaged in the system period.

Sins - Tins (need something to eat, too)

Good morning/afternoon/evening, whatever it is where you are and when you arrive! It's still a bit steamy here but rain has arrived and is supposed to cool things down.

Coffee is a Costa Rican dark roast, teas are Assam and Earl Grey. Fresh Iced tea is in the fridge and pop supply is good.

Got to boot to a meeting. At least they sprang for lunch (gave us Skip the Dishes credits to order with).

Later, alligators.

Lips - Sips (taking my drink a little at a time)

Sentences are strings of words.

More kid lit, this time it's book publishers, though. Any plans to find an illustrator and do some Scamp picture books? 😊

» 51 Traditional Children’s Book Publishers Seeking Submissions – No Agent Required (authorspublish.com)

Laps - Taps (for getting a drink)

Song of relevance to fuzzy's weather (and a heckuva good song in any case):

Goooooooooooooooooooood Morning!!!!

Summer-y weather here for a bit.

Coffee is brewed and waiting. Teapots hold English Breakfast and Black Currant teas. Iced is refreshed. Pop supply lookin' good.

Later, alligators.

Miscounted money lead to misunderstanding.

You know things are bad when people do listen to you, then point at you and start laughing hysterically.