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Self-motivation: a tiny non-spoilery bit (I hope) from the new prologue for the Novel that is Almost Fucking Done I just Have to Edit the Whole Thing and Betas Are Still Reading It So I Can Take My Time But I don’t Want to drive all the way across the State I just want to sit and Write More (not its final title):
The chanticlos were the little birds she’d always kept for meat and eggs, and Poe had spent much of his childhood playing with the live ones and grudgingly assisting in their conversion to dead ones. He would have died himself rather than let on to anyone at the Academy that he knew how to change a chanticlo from a pet to a ready-to-cook meal in less than fifteen minutes, not counting the time to heat the water to scalding. Another five minutes and a good knife, and he could have it parted out for you too.
This wasn’t a relevant skill in the Fleet, but it had proved useful to the Resistance once. Kun was sworn to secrecy over it; they’d claimed they’d bartered for them, when they’d come back with a pair of neatly cut-up fowl in a repurposed synthsust bag. It had made dinner a lot more palatable, that was for sure.
Self-motivation: a tiny non-spoilery bit (I hope) from the new prologue for the Novel that is Almost Fucking Done I just Have to Edit the Whole Thing and Betas Are Still Reading It So I Can Take My Time But I don’t Want to drive all the way across the State I just want to sit and Write More (not its final title):
The chanticlos were the little birds she’d always kept for meat and eggs, and Poe had spent much of his childhood playing with the live ones and grudgingly assisting in their conversion to dead ones. He would have died himself rather than let on to anyone at the Academy that he knew how to change a chanticlo from a pet to a ready-to-cook meal in less than fifteen minutes, not counting the time to heat the water to scalding. Another five minutes and a good knife, and he could have it parted out for you too.
This wasn’t a relevant skill in the Fleet, but it had proved useful to the Resistance once. Kun was sworn to secrecy over it; they’d claimed they’d bartered for them, when they’d come back with a pair of neatly cut-up fowl in a repurposed synthsust bag. It had made dinner a lot more palatable, that was for sure.
