The writing group is about to convene on Discord and share our little tales with each other. And have a good old gasbag about nonsense and cannibalism.
We're writers. The topic just keeps coming up.
I will finish the buttons, today, and push myself to try one last trick to get the printer operational. I can at least get that done.
Tomorrow... I push myself to resume pitching. And go shopping after the pitches are sent.
Wish me luck.
The "Do Something!" set of questions used by Mothers everywhere, usually beginning with "Have you?" or "Are you". -- Knitnan
The wake-up call had been put together by someone who had heard of roosters and decided to improve by adding louder elements. Cal got out of hir bed-nook before the automatic discomfort protocol could start running low currents through hir body.
Ze barely got time to yawn and stretch before the automated staff management program, inevitably nicknamed 'mother' and variants thereof, kicked
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I'm close to having 300 followers. I'm moderately sure that most of them might care about a competition. Or care about the stuff I post. Or even read any of it.
Sigh.
That's the trouble with AI followers. They run blogs that seem real, but you can't tell until they fail at instructions. And even humans can fail at instructions.
But I can rig it so that
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