(The hand on the cover is more pink than it was supposed to be, but ... oh well. Otherwise everything looks good.)
(The hand on the cover is more pink than it was supposed to be, but ... oh well. Otherwise everything looks good.)
No gods, no masters, no centralized authority. Just words on the page and triumph in the air.
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No gods, no masters, no centralized authority. Just words on the page and triumph in the air.
#NaNoWriMo #NotNaNo #Novelvember #Novelmber #FirstDraftFall #AndManyOtherTagsI'mSure
Oh look, a new party guest who isn't at all startling to the regular townsfolk.
Urchins: "Can we climb you? Can we pet you? Are you ticklish?"
Dragon: "Yes, no, and no."
Urchins: "Why aren't you ticklish?"
Dragon: "Scales."
Urchins: "Okay, cool."
Oh look, a new party guest who isn't at all startling to the regular townsfolk.
Urchins: "Can we climb you? Can we pet you? Are you ticklish?"
Dragon: "Yes, no, and no."
Urchins: "Why aren't you ticklish?"
Dragon: "Scales."
Urchins: "Okay, cool."
There's already a faceoff between the Three Kobolds In A Trenchcoat and now Three Goblins In A Trenchcoat (which is just Snick Snack and Snarl being territorial).
"This town ain't big enough for the six of us. I mean, two of us."
There's already a faceoff between the Three Kobolds In A Trenchcoat and now Three Goblins In A Trenchcoat (which is just Snick Snack and Snarl being territorial).
"This town ain't big enough for the six of us. I mean, two of us."
Melvin the Merchant has finished the Mimic Containment Device for Mr RattyFace!
So now I have a pet mimic in a pokeball. Which looks like this.
Melvin the Merchant has finished the Mimic Containment Device for Mr RattyFace!
So now I have a pet mimic in a pokeball. Which looks like this.
Me: "Unless I say so, of course. Writer's prerogative."
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Me: "Unless I say so, of course. Writer's prerogative."
#WriterLife
Robot: *swings down and stabs it in the face, in a dramatic swashbuckling maneuver that does NOT kill it*
Orc: *rips its knee off*
NOW it goes down. Leaving two immovable rods and multiple broken bits behind.
Robot: *rides it down, whooping wildly*
Robot: *swings down and stabs it in the face, in a dramatic swashbuckling maneuver that does NOT kill it*
Orc: *rips its knee off*
NOW it goes down. Leaving two immovable rods and multiple broken bits behind.
Robot: *rides it down, whooping wildly*
The three sensible types are walking on the walkways like they're meant to be used.
The robot with the magic shoes is David Bowie-ing it, because of course she is.
The three sensible types are walking on the walkways like they're meant to be used.
The robot with the magic shoes is David Bowie-ing it, because of course she is.
(Ours hasn't been replaced yet in Too Many Years, which is probably why there's so much sediment at the bottom of the tank, making it drain abysmally slowly.)
(Ours hasn't been replaced yet in Too Many Years, which is probably why there's so much sediment at the bottom of the tank, making it drain abysmally slowly.)
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Including this book!
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Including this book!
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