And that’s the weekly enshillening of my subscription wares, my beloveds. Returning you to the usual blessed chaos anon and forthwith…
I’m kicking around the idea of a Discord audio-chat AMA now that lockdown is easing and I have a few extra ergs of energy, too.
This week in HELL’S ACRE, a couple of fictional schoolmistresses are given an homage, proper lodgings are found, and an egg is thrown. https://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/the-books/hells-acre/
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And now I go bite my nails until it drops. FUN TIMES.
That was, I am sad to say, the most notable incident. I, uh, hesitate to take any questions at this time. THANKS, THURSDAY!
But I am enduring an object lesson in the power of psychological queasiness.
It was, thank every god there ever was or will be, NOT A BEE.
As for the morning’s run, well.
*stares into camera*
…I swallowed a bug.
Yesterday was the last formal day of school, which meant the pavements were eerily deserted—all to the good, I must confess.
In which I explicate a core life tenet, sock monkeys are mentioned, and I am solemnly, continuously, up to no good EVER.
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Thank you all for your aid and succor during the hijinks. You are magnificent, each and every one of you.
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