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I have not! I’ll add it to my list of Things What I Should Get To. :)
I’m glad people have been enjoying the Goblin Emperor stuff, I’ve been a little self-conscious that I went radio silent and then suddenly All TGE All The Time. (i have been posting more on Dreamwidth, I’m not really radio silent.) (Farm shit’s gonna start back up this week!)
I haven’t stopped with the Goblin Emperor yet, though. I’m gonna! I’m gonna get myself out of this weird little spiral.
Yesterday I saw two fantastic Twitter threads and one of them was a bunch of professional authors, including the current Hugo nominee Brooke Bolander, admitting that they love to write fanfiction and it helps them recharge their batteries sometimes, and it made me feel better that I’m periodically like this. I’d feel better if I’d actually, you know, ever published an original novel, but. Whatever.
I’m clearly working through a lot of shit, writing this, but it’s a little bewildering sometimes where my brain takes me, y’know?
Beshelar moved so easily with Ino on his hip, it was clear he was used to children, and it struck Cala that he’d never pried much into the man’s background. Once they were clear of the crowd, Edrehasivar did it for him.
“Almost we would think you had your own children, Beshelar,” Himself said.
Beshelar glanced over at him. Ino was completely unconscious, long legs dangling. She was too heavy for the nursemaid to carry thus without struggle, Cala realized, looking at the relative sizes of the two individuals; Ino was not a baby, and probably weighed a good third of what the nursemaid did. “Serenity,” Beshelar said, “we are the eighth of ten children, and our oldest sister married when we were seven and lived in the house with us and her husband, and once her babies were born we had much of the looking-after of them, so if once you are married you decide to dismiss us as your nohecharis, still we could be of service to your household as nursemaid.”
Everyone laughed at that, and Himself said, “We shall have to keep that in mind, Beshelar,” and then because he was a being of pure light, he added warmly, “but we cannot imagine ever wishing to dispense with your services as nohecharis,” and Beshelar glowed a little too.
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I have not! I’ll add it to my list of Things What I Should Get To. :)
I’m glad people have been enjoying the Goblin Emperor stuff, I’ve been a little self-conscious that I went radio silent and then suddenly All TGE All The Time. (i have been posting more on Dreamwidth, I’m not really radio silent.) (Farm shit’s gonna start back up this week!)
I haven’t stopped with the Goblin Emperor yet, though. I’m gonna! I’m gonna get myself out of this weird little spiral.
Yesterday I saw two fantastic Twitter threads and one of them was a bunch of professional authors, including the current Hugo nominee Brooke Bolander, admitting that they love to write fanfiction and it helps them recharge their batteries sometimes, and it made me feel better that I’m periodically like this. I’d feel better if I’d actually, you know, ever published an original novel, but. Whatever.
I’m clearly working through a lot of shit, writing this, but it’s a little bewildering sometimes where my brain takes me, y’know?
Beshelar moved so easily with Ino on his hip, it was clear he was used to children, and it struck Cala that he’d never pried much into the man’s background. Once they were clear of the crowd, Edrehasivar did it for him.
“Almost we would think you had your own children, Beshelar,” Himself said.
Beshelar glanced over at him. Ino was completely unconscious, long legs dangling. She was too heavy for the nursemaid to carry thus without struggle, Cala realized, looking at the relative sizes of the two individuals; Ino was not a baby, and probably weighed a good third of what the nursemaid did. “Serenity,” Beshelar said, “we are the eighth of ten children, and our oldest sister married when we were seven and lived in the house with us and her husband, and once her babies were born we had much of the looking-after of them, so if once you are married you decide to dismiss us as your nohecharis, still we could be of service to your household as nursemaid.”
Everyone laughed at that, and Himself said, “We shall have to keep that in mind, Beshelar,” and then because he was a being of pure light, he added warmly, “but we cannot imagine ever wishing to dispense with your services as nohecharis,” and Beshelar glowed a little too.
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