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Realm of the InterNutter

Thoughts, stories and ideas.

Reasons to Focus

If I get done early, I can listen to a new episode of The Adventure Zone. Which I can't find at the moment because it isn't yet out on iTunes.

If I get done early, I can work on that painful fanfic I'm writing and thereby be able to torture folks when I'm done posting Fifteen Little Words. [Because all writers are secretly arseholes, that's why]

If I get done early, I can fart around in Factorio, Minecraft, or one of the Discords where online friends and I are setting up to play some D&D.

So of course my garbage brain is like: I wanna do all'a that fun stuff NOW! What's stopping me?

Responsibility (N):

  1. the state or fact of having a duty to deal with something or of having control over someone.
    "we train those staff who show an aptitude for managerial responsibility"
  2. the state or fact of being accountable or to blame for something.
    "the group has claimed responsibility for a string of murders" / "the organization denied responsibility for the bomb attack at the airport"

Oh yeah. That.

If I wanna be a writer, I have to write. If I wanna publish novels, I have to make them. If I wanna reach my goals, I have to take steps to achieve them.

...even when I don't really wanna.

Sigh.

Bitcoin continues to waver in the "no profit" zone for me, so this whole week has been a sack of farts.

::raspberry noise::

Challenge #02039-E215: Ambassador Oozagoodoggieden

Sees human: avoids eye contact, walks away

Sees dog: coos and tried to get its attention -- TheDragonsFlame

Dog is Ambassador to Human.

Throx considered the daily quote and figured it had been a mistranslation of some truly wise words. Things didn't always meld that well with GalStand Simple and the message was lost in the translation.

"Good morning," said an automated voice. "Welcome to Way Out Station. Your sleeper pod has been transferred to the Decon Zone. Please wait and a

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Time Flu

I don't know what's going on with me, but it might be interesting to look into it. My batteries are regularly drained by the end of the day. Protein doesn't help. Sugar certainly won't. Having a meal doesn't quite get me back up there, but the willingness to cook it is missing.

Yay.

I probably have the morbs plus anxiety because trying to sell Adapting is getting to me. That and the fact that I'm only halfway towards the Lappy of my

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Challenge #02038-E214: Any One Help

Your newest story about the human gut wound had me wondering. If aliens cared for their human protectors as much as we cared for them, how would they respond to a significant threat to humanity/earth that even the humans were incapable of dealing with? After all of humanities’ civilian organized humanitarian (this word is hilarious to me here) efforts, how would aliens respond when we are in need of some major help of our own? -- Anon Guest

[AN: Inspired by

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FOCUS!

Mayhem is sick at home. Throwing up. So I'm dragging him to the doctor's a little later on. Story is happening whenever because this.

On the plus side: The Gold Coin Grass is working. All the you-have-gallstones side effects are present. On the other hand, that includes vomiting which means another trip to the doctor's.

The other plus is that I now know of Ursodeoxycholic acid. [ur-so-de-ox-ee-ko-lick]which will dissolve the gallstones and bypass the need to get the gall bladder removed.

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Challenge #02037-E213: Controversial Topic

Please tell us more about the “almost war” of Dog or not dog! -- Anon Guest

[AN: Callback to this post for those who don't want to crawl through my archives]

Very few Deathworlder animals are so useful and varied that they enter the Galactic scene before the cogniscents they share their homeworld with are welcomed. Even fewer are so varied that assorted cogniscent species are still attempting to define the pattern in which they fit.

Only one has a game that

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Crowded Day

Along with the usual running about, I have a shrink visit and little to show for it. Will endeavour to remember to bring the iPad so if any ideas pop out, I can start them right there.

Keep an eye out on my Instagram. If I do any art, it winds up there. Apologies in advance for my scrawly handwriting.

I also have the usual gamut of fetch quests, escort quests (aka, the Brat Run) and honedews that I swore I'd do

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Challenge #02036-E212: One Question

A new revolution was in motion and it’s progress could not be stopped.

After all, nerds are nothing if not stubborn in their pursuit of knowledge.

They were going to enlighten (pun totally intended) this oppressed world, plant the ideas and curiosity that the new power tried so hard to exterminate. They were going to return to the world the gift Aelria gave to them when she told them “look up”.

After all, nerds never die out. They just go stealth.

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The wait begins

I could not recover the email that my system ate. Woe. So I rewrote it. And sent it. And now I am merely attempting to not perish from the sheer anxiety of it.

8th House, the first publisher on the block, has stated nothing about simultaneous submissions nor a turn-around time. Darn. I feel like I should wait until September before trying another publisher, repeat in October, and then lurk off the radar until February. Thus avoiding the stench of NaNo.

Nothing

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Challenge #02035-E211: The Magic Grandma

[Title: Invisible actors] You never see them normally, they often look drab and ordinary - till they open their vocal cords. (She was a little old lady, well dressed, out of place at a science fiction convention. "Close your eyes!") -- Anon Guest

[AN: Does nobody read the pinned notifications on message boards any more? ::weeps:: ]

"I've been onstage for one minute, and I can already see a host of disappointed kiddies in the groundling zone," said the charming old lady. "You

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Time on My Hands

Good news bad news. Good news - I don't need to fret about posting my Blasts From the Past any more. And therefore have more time in my day.

Bad news - the draft I thought I had saved of a carefully-worded and exciting pitch to a publisher vanished without a fucking trace.

I can't even get rid of the window full of the empty document. It's just. There. Unkillable. Uneditable. Unbelievable.

So yeah.

Some of my morning will be absorbed by

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Challenge #02034-E210: Incident During the Building of Antagulus IV

[Words you learn to dread hearing. #3.] "It seemed like a good idea at the time." -- Knitnan

Something, somewhere, was on fire. Aarblax could see the smoke curling through the air. This was, thankfully, a facility with a generous amount of atmosphere to share, so it wasn't that worrying. Yet. The Public Address system was making bizarre, intermittent noises. This meant that someone had manually disabled the alerts and the system was attempting connections through the network. Which had also been

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An End, A Beginning, A New Way

Today's the day I reach the end of my Blasts From the Past. Which means I have to find three other things to write about to keep my scores up, OR... focus intently on the one Instant and just go from there.

If I choose the latter [because lazy] I will have more time for Other Projects, which will be something of a boon.

I could also post sample chapters of whatever whenever so I can maybe entice people over to help

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Challenge #02033-E209: So They Noticed

[Title: Words you learn to dread hearing. #2.]"So who's going to notice?" -- Knitnan

The little vessel was lost. Broken. Limping through a Sargasso of wrecked and abandoned vessels in the middle of nowhere. No radio. No comms. No chance of making it to civilisation as the occupants knew it. They were losing air and hope at the same rate.

"I found a vessel with compatible air," said one occupants. "With the 'locks together, we can minimise air loss for evac.

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Almost There!

Nod to the Disney song of the same title. I have almost caught up with everything. I have almost sent off a query and sample to a publisher, bu-u-ut...

My email server decided to up and DIE. For all of yesterday. And today isn't looking so swell either.

If y'all really need to contact me about something, then get to me via nutter (no spaces) buttler (at) gmail (dot) com. That's my alternate email and -so far- no spammers have found it.

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