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Challenge #04532-L148: Surprising Discovery

There is a hollow world held together by the great spider web, spun by countless arachnids led by their queen -- Anon Guest

The Impossible Nebula should not exist. Nevertheless, it exists anyway. If there's enough gasses orbiting a sun to provide air to breathe, with asteroids mixed in, it should form a planet. Or even two of them.

Humans and other Deathworlders have made a sport of navigating the entire orbital circuit without major injury.

Most of the landmarks, stopping points, and service stations are in dwarf planetoids in the nebula. There is one in the third quadrant that looks like it should be a base, but does not have enough mass for anyone to slingshot around. There are "net stations" keeping place with the planetoid nicknamed Deceiver Rock. It is far lighter than it should be, and none have bothered to find out why. Until one Human decided to ask too many questions.

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Challenge #03676-J023: Learning of Life and...

A young orphan's pet has passed on, their mentor, a very kind giant who guards the orphanage, soothes the young human when they don't understand why their pet won't wake up. -- Anon Guest

Feslas found Allyl in the stables, cradling one of the barn cats. Which was limp and unresponsive and... very dead. Nobody had killed the beast. It had been an old cat before Allyl took a liking to sitting still in the sunshine and straw with the animals.

"She's

Challenge #01777-D316: Worth Living Well

Sometimes, someone with a life-threatening condition decides, "What the heck! I'm going to have Fun!" -- Anon Guest

The prognosis sucked. The good news, according to the doctors, was that with expensive drugs and even more expensive therapy, Jeremy could stretch his painful last days by maybe three months.

Six months in increasing pain versus nine in absolute agony. What a fun choice.

"You know what?" said Jeremy. "Fuck it. I'm not going to spend my last days in medical agony. I'm

Kigurumi!

It's probably Japanese for "Let's make white people look like absolute lunatics" and I don't care. What they are is grown-up sized onesie pyjamas in a variety of "funny animal" styles and I want all of them.

Some folks have taken to wearing them out in public and I can kind of see why. They are so cool! And they promise to be lovely and toasty warm, which is a thing that everyone in winter needs.

I can see the appeal for

Lurgi has struck

The entire household is at some stage of fighting off the dreaded Lurgi, so I won’t be spending as much time on my writing for the meanwhile.

Chaos is the last to fall/youngest/most needy of the family, so most of my time will be sopped up by caring for an ailing little lass.

I’ll still be trying to do the daily instants, but progress on my trilogy has tanked.

Thanks to everyone for their patience with

Danger smells like pancakes, apparently...

I just noticed that my (2nd hand) Macbook Air is smelling of slightly-burned pancakes.

This may be a a danger sign of impending doom.

And since my novels are all in Pages Format, all the saving on the Cloud will not help when this, my last useful mac, goes kablooey.

So. FYI - I still have my Windoze tower. I will not stop writing my instant stories until I literally have no alternatives to write them. I still have my iPad, though

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

[Thus go the way of all things, for those who know less Latin than I]

My ~~lunchbox~~ Mac Mini up and died an entire year before its expected expiry date, and now all my fictions are locked up safely in a portable drive until such time as it can be connected to a computer that can handle it.

I’m starting to get really, really pissed off at Apple. $2K minimum for a computer that works fabulously… but when it

Does this happen to anyone else?

I’m in trouble now. You marvellous, marvellous peeps have downloaded almost one HUNDRED copies of my short story, Scavenger. The price...

I’m in trouble now.

You marvellous, marvellous peeps have downloaded almost one HUNDRED copies of my short story, Scavenger.

The price must be right, I guess.

And lots of you have downloaded samples of my other books, too. That’s great. It is. No sarcasm here.

It’s just… I wish y'all’d BUY something. I need an income, blobdammit! I have expensive tastes and I have yet to get my first $10 out of Smashwords

Best. Belly laugh. Ever.

I have an in-joke with my progeny we call “the Fartarsing Competition” which is generally aimed at any kind of road-building activity that’s mostly inactivity designed to impede traffic flow for months on end. You know. Road works.

On our way home from an outing, today, I decided to narrate the local crew allegedly doing something in regards to drainage.

Me: [Bad David Attenborough impression] “We now join the inaction in progress. I see five gentlemen standing

Balls!

Blather about my new chair to follow. I just thought I’d at least have an interesting title.

I do recall reading somewhere that sitting on a big ball was better for you than the typical office chair.

I can literally feel mine doing things to my back. And, having sprained my ankle, yesterday, I can attest that your back will tell you it objects to sitting improperly again.

Alas, one thing you can’t do with a ball is

Some things I've learned

You can learn a lot from going overseas. All you have to do is open your mind when you open your eyes.

Long-ass blather follows. Go fetch a cuppa if you’re going to read this.

Considering that I have the attention span of a slightly concussed kitten, I’ll try to keep things organised with some bold headers.

Our current economic woes are our own fault and the solution lies within.

Basically, we let the corporate giants get that

Achievement unlocked: Exercise for the day

Some have noted that my life is boring. Heaven forfend I get excitement, because excitement usually involves someone’s life going pants and me doing some variant of the quirkafleg.

[The quirkafleg is a series of spasmodic paroxysms directly related to extreme disgust, a violent tantrum, or a combination of the twain. Use the word and confuse your friends and family]

Anyway.

Today I got my exercise by Culching.

Culch is a fancy word for “potentially useful junk” and

Freakin' Lurgi

The entire family - minus me and the the antisociallite Captain Useless - have been struck low with Lurgi this week.

Which, for me, means interrupted sleep, tired days, lots of ~~coffee~~ caramel mochachinos, and entire swathes of the Blah’s.

More ranting on the Blah’s after the cut.

There is nothing more draining than the Blah’s. Everything is just… blah. Even the thought of it turns you off.

Going out? Blah. Having a decent meal?

I'm almost an Author

I’ve published my first story, RTFM.

I did the cover all by myself, in InkScape. So no nasty comments about the cover. I’m fragile [swoon].

Please go buy my book and help finance my trip into fully-fledged Authordom.

As I’ve said before, the difference between a Writer and an Author is that the Author gets paid.

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Challenge #04532-L148: Surprising Discovery

Challenge #03676-J023: Learning of Life and...

Challenge #01777-D316: Worth Living Well

Kigurumi!

Lurgi has struck

Danger smells like pancakes, apparently...

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

Does this happen to anyone else?

I’m in trouble now. You marvellous, marvellous peeps have downloaded almost one HUNDRED copies of my short story, Scavenger. The price...

Best. Belly laugh. Ever.

Balls!

Some things I've learned

Achievement unlocked: Exercise for the day

Freakin' Lurgi

I'm almost an Author