Lili Saintcrow @lilithsaintcrow@raggedfeathers.com

The day has been spent baking, the dogs are tired, and tomorrow we feast.

(Old age does have SOME things to recommend it. Heh.)

(She thinks she’s won a great victory but she doesn’t realize that means *she’s* doing the dishes as well.)

(No sir, no way, no day. The Princess has informed me that is HER territory for the next 18 hours and she’ll thank me kindly to stay out.)

2020’s been a trashfire but at least my kids still love me, and it’s enough.

(Still NOT venturing into the kitchen today if I can help it.)

My one goal all through raising my kids was staying out of the way so my damage didn’t interfere with the awesome human beings they came out as. It seems to have worked.

Every single age my kids have been has something to recommend it. And parenting has been most often an exercise in keeping a straight face.

Babies are cool, toddlers are exhausting fun, school kids bright and inquisitive, teenagers are hilarious, and now that my kids are adults… well, every age is neat, and I enjoy them.

The Princess is home from work today and about to embark upon a whirlwind of preparatory baking. I will be hiding in my office for most of it.

For the morning crowd: Yesterday was THE POISON PRINCE’s release day! https://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/2020/11/release-day-the-poison-prince/

Might take the rest of the day off and write Fall of Gondolin fanfic. Because nerding out on Tolkien is fun.

Please, fellow authors, pay your sensitivity readers, give them plenty of time to do their work, and keep your mouth shut and ears open when they speak.

I must also take this opportunity to thank the sensitivity readers (anonymous at their request[s]) who have read this series and saved a poor author from many a stumble.

In which Book 2 of HOSTAGE TO EMPIRE is out in the world, I am a mess of nerves, and I sing more than one love song.

RELEASE DAY: The Poison Prince https://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/2020/11/release-day-the-poison-prince/

I know you’re just doing your best, AutoCarrot, and yet.

No, AutoIncorrect, when I type “all fuckered up” I do NOT mean “all tuckered up” or “all ticketed out.”

I mean ALL. FUCKERED. UP.

And now, having been frightened by snoring dogs, I go to bed.

Go ahead and laugh. It would have creeped YOU out too.

Me: *finally realizes both dogs are snoring in tandem*

…it was like a tea kettle crossed with Jason heavy-breathing inside his mask.