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Thoughts, stories and ideas.

Getting there

I just cleared two hundred stories in the editing of One Year of Instants (2017). And in the middle of a Queensland Summer, the best time to do that is when I wake up at fuck-off in the morning.

Tomorrow, I will get up to three hundred. And the day after that, I shall reach the end of all the stories and footnotes, and then I get to see if I did it right.

If not, I have to spend another early morning going through the entire damn book and fixing it.

I basically work on my Instants and anything I need to post in the early AM before my office turns into a sauna/easy-bake oven. Which is happening at an earlier and earlier hour. Because Queensland Summers are gross.

Anyone who wants to deny global warming because it's snowing in their neck of the woods is fucking welcome to come to my neck of the woods and slowly roast in my backyard. It's what you deserve, you arsehole.

Ahem.

I finished the fanfic Strange Visitors so I'm back to popping up a chapter of that every AM. But not before I've done my editing for the morning.

And now I have to get the Instants set up before I begin roasting.

Challenge #01834-E010: The Stakes

A wager will often get results when pleading fails. -- Anon Guest

One has to be wealthy to be eccentric. If you're poor, you're just odd. People could tell that Felwar Nassidd was an eccentric from a long line of eccentrics. The first dead-giveaway was the name. The second was their Wagers of Benevolence.

They laid a two hundred billion dollar bet that a town wouldn't be able to completely convert to green energy, and feed the populace proper nutrition at the

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The persistence of footnotes

I got to work just after I woke up, this morning. So that I would have the time and the energy to go edit One Year of Instants (2017).

And it worked. I got 100 stories sorted out and the footnotes done.

But I'm also pretty much blasted.

The kids' school books are ready and I shall have to collect them. We're out of absolute mountains of stuff. And I know for a fact that Beloved just won't get it without me

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Challenge #01833-E009: Revenge is Purring

If you truly hate someone give them a baby bear. Comment from Historical source. Nobody mentioned Bears just get big. But what if you give them a pregnant female house cat? -- Anon Guest

Across societies, across worlds, there are things that could be counted as gifts - but definitely aren't. Drum kits for the hated one's children. A bear cub. A baby ape. A dragon's egg. All of those and more can only be called trouble. And then there is the

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Best-laid PLNs

Yup.

Things have gone agley again.

Beloved booked my car in for new tyres and the soonest they could get was next Tuesday.

So their day off has changed. My opportunities have changed. And so have my PLNs.

So now I'm spending a day at home with Chaos, since Mayhem is back to his traineeship, this week. Dinner is going to be something quick with mince and possibly riced cauliflower. We don't have a lot, but I can probably whip up a

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Challenge #01832-E008: Rightwise Born... er... Monarch?

"Whomsoever shall pull this sword from the stone is rightwise born King of England."

"Oh! Lookie! I've pulled it out," she said. -- Anon Guest

She was short. She had the sort of chubbiness born of years of feast and famine, with the body deciding to set up ample stores in case of famine. And she was clearly a scullery maid in the entourage of one amongst the many knights, ne'er-do-wells, and nonesuch that had gathered to try their luck.

The maester

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So close...

When I started Keto, I weighed eighty-eight point eight (88.8) kilograms and believed I would never get lower than eighty neat.

This morning, I hit seventy-one point two (71.2). That's a little over seventeen and a half kilos that I thought I would never shed. And further - I am one and a bit kilos away from my goal weight.

On my Keto-versary, November the 22nd, I had successfully shed fourteen and a half kilos of that seventeen I've dropped.

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Challenge #01831-E007: It's Not a Good Night...

Orange traffic cones which mysteriously appear after drunken parties, and other weird stuff the clean-up crew encounter. -- Knitnan

Of all the unexplainable phenomena in the known universe, the most unsolvable is that of humans and spontaneously-manifesting traffic cones. They only appear when everyone at the party is too inebriated to recall where they came from, and no means of recording said party have ever picked up where they come from. Even security cameras can't catch their appearance. Whenever the cameras are

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Feeling scummy

So. Yesterday was not my proudest day. As you know, I had a prompt with paedophilia right the fuck in there, and I have yet to back down from a challenge. Even one that makes me feel like I just ingested the liquid grossness that you find in the bottom of a garbage bin.

I do not support, condone, or excuse paedophilia. I do not believe in any of the excuses I wrote, yesterday, nor do I support them as arguments. Just

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Challenge #01830-E006: The Important Stuff

When two humans have animosity between them, their crew mates get very nervous. Just yesterday, Human Marty discovered Human Seth was attempting a mating ritual with their offspring... -- Anon Guest

[AN: One of the good things about my future is that Pedophilia is eradicated on all but a few, really skeevy colony worlds. And those ones have an underground railroad thing going on to make sure the perversion dies out. Also -dear Nonny- I do not appreciate the implication that gay

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Challenge #01829-E005: Working Holiday

Terpsichore, Muse of Dancing - conga line, Nuf Said! -- Knitnan

Even divinities need a holiday. After inspiring dancers to do new and interesting things with their bodies, with their costumes, even with lighting and how they made the music they danced to - while they were dancing - even a divine force needed a breather.

But a goddess of dance must go where she is worshipped.

You could spot her if you tried. There's just something more about the embodiment of

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Well shit

So I spent most of today suffering a Fuckoff headache that was more the result of an oncoming storm that did not come in a blue police call box.

Only one person who reads this will get that joke. Maybe two. Feel special.

So let's recap:

  • My plan to have fun was curtailed by a Storm Migraine
  • Friendo returned home to discover one of their cats needs an expensive operation
  • Capt S skidded out on gravel and rear-ended into a tree, wrecking
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Challenge #01828-E004: A Little Inspired

Erato, Muse of erotic poetry is reading the scrawl on a university toilet door (Probably misspelt.). -- Knitnan

Gods cling to that which feeds them. What they are responsible for, especially the performative stuff, is also their meat and milk. Thus, you might expect Erato to gain the sickly pallor of the people one expects to find in seedy adult stores, as well as the general doughy body of the assumed clientele. Such is not the case. Erato is healthy, well-traveled, and

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Taking a day

I've run out of fanfic chapters to post. I have today before I'm back to working on my novel. I feel a little bit burned out, too, so I'm taking a day.

I am not writing any damn thing else but this blog and today's Instant. On purpose. And for the rest of it, I am kicking back and taking some me-time.

I think I need it.

I also need to get my regular glasses fixed because my spares give me firkin

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Challenge #01827-E001: Speech of the Gods

Calliope, Muse of Music crosses the path of the musical instrument named in her honour, the Steam Calliope. -- Knitnan

In the lack of belief, gods and demigods go to wherever their name is still spoken, written, or known. She was once such a demigod. The muse of music. She had had believers. She had had worship. Now... all she had left was her name. Calliope. And it was here that her name was given to a machine.

They counted the year

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