3-Day Weekend: Taxes and D&D (x2!)

Feb. 16th, 2026 08:07 pm
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It's been a quiet 3-day weekend here at home. It's winter, the weather's poor (by local standards, anyway), and Hawk is recovering from surgery so we didn't have any plans to go anywhere. Combine that with working from home, and the days all blur together. To be sure, working from home is way better overall than commuting to an office. But one of its few downsides its that weekends can seem little different from weekdays. Weekends are like work days, just with less work.

Among the less-work things I did this weekend were working on my taxes and playing D&D. Taxes I mentioned starting in earnest on Saturday. After that I did come back and do another tax session after dinner Friday, followed by short (90-ish minute) sessions on Sunday and Monday. The balance of my time Sunday and Monday I spent playing D&D. And not just playing D&D but DMing it. (Not that that's necessarily better... it's just a lot more work!)

This weekend we actually squeezed in two games of D&D. As we wrapped up our gaming session on Sunday we were talking about when to play next— like, would it be next weekend, or would it be 2 weekends out? Then I suggested, "What about tomorrow?" And everyone found time in their calendars! We played D&D two days in a row. It's like a Critical Hit! 🤣

Now I've just got to finish up my taxes. I figure I'm 80% done.

Apologies

Feb. 16th, 2026 09:50 pm
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I got home from an appointment a little before six and I haven't been able to focus long enough to sing a song I've known for forty years or more. Rather than post a LOUSY partial chapter, I'm posting the apology and will try to get a proper post up after tomorrow's follow-up appointment. My brain is just NOT cooperating with anything even halfway creative enough to be called writing, and my readers deserve my best efforts.

I do apologize. it's already been a tough year, but I'm hoping to limit THIs kind of interruption.

Vid: One Woman Army (Multifandom)

Feb. 16th, 2026 06:46 pm
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Title: One Woman Army
Fandom: Multifandom
Music: One Woman Army by Porcelain Black
Summary: 'I'm a one woman army'
Notes: Premiered at TGIFemslash 2026!
Warnings: quick cuts, flashing lights, violence

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Title: The Chance
Fandom: Shetland
Music: The Chance by Thea Gilmore
Summary: 'I hope you don't mind, I'm gonna love you now'
Notes: Made for [personal profile] cosmic_llin for [community profile] festivids 2025!
Warnings: quick cuts, flashing lights

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Wanderlust

Feb. 16th, 2026 07:27 pm
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For work-related reasons, I can get a free round trip on any TransPennine Express train.

I'd basically be working on the outbound journey but could come back any time I want, doesn't have to be the same day or anything.

I was excited at having an excuse to go back to York, until I remembered that TPE trains go to Scotland as well... I could go to Edinburgh or Glasgow!

I've got I think four days' vacation I have to use up in March, as well...

It's much longer since I've been to Glasgow, but Edinburgh is closer to where I have friends.

It'd probably mean going on my own though, and that isn't my best thing. But a few days away from Normal Life does sound really nice...

I've got all of next week off work except the Wednesday, which I'll be spending in Chester. It did occur to me that it'd be fun to see how cheap a midweek Premier Inn or whatever would be, and hang out for a few days around the work trip...

I love my house and my people but I like to do different things too.

Bundle of Holding: Downcrawl-Skycrawl

Feb. 16th, 2026 02:07 pm
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Downcrawl and Skycrawl, twin toolkits from designer Aaron A. Reed that help you create spontaneous tabletop roleplaying adventures in the Deep, Deep Down and the Azure Etern.

Bundle of Holding: Downcrawl-Skycrawl

D&D: Harpsichord in the Ballroom

Feb. 16th, 2026 09:50 am
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As my D&D group continued playing through my adventure The Collector's Menagerie, aka Cursed Clue, they entered the mansion's Ballroom.

The Ballroom, from the 1972 edition of Clue (Feb 2026)

They were wary of giant spiders, having seen the empty cage marked Arinerum Magni, so the first thing they did as they entered the huge chamber with a smooth stone tile floor was look up at the ceiling. The second thing they did, since they were also worried about a mimic, aka Versipellis Furtivus, was bang with their fists on all the suits of armor posed along the walls as trophy decorations. Apparently they assumed the mimic would take the form of a warrior to bash them.

Well, they were half right. The mimic was hiding in plain sight, in disguise, in the Ballroom. But it wasn't a suit or armor. Or even a sofa. (There were several bench-like sofas along the walls of the ballroom.) It was... the harpsichord!

I passed a clue note (one of my favorite little techniques, no Clue pun intended) to the player of Ryuu-Han, who was closest to the harpsichord on the musicians' dais at the opposite side of the ballroom.

Something's Off (Spot DC 23)
You’re no bard, but this harpsichord doesn’t look right. Like, it’s a fake? It looks like it’s made of rough materials, with misshapen keys and uneven sides

And then...

Harpsichord WTF? (Spot DC 23)
You could swear that harpsichord looked at you. Like, with eyeballs.


A monster piano or harpsichord (Adobe stock photo)

Okay, it wasn't as obvious as this pic (above). That's just something cute I found from Adobe Stock Photography when I searched for something like "evil harpsichord". Apparently Adobe keeps a library of pictures like that for when musical instruments go bad. 🤣

But this harpsichord didn't just give Ryuu-Han some side-eye. As Ryuu-Han tried to warn Leoghnie, the fierce warrior fighter, that the harpsichord might be about to start something... the harpsichord started something.

mimic-harpsichord-3x5-600px.jpg

The harpsichord reached out 10' across the room with a tongue-like appendage and pummeled Ryuu. It badly wounded him and left him sticky with a glue-like slime. Ryuu found he couldn't move and had to struggle to wrest himself free, unable even to cast a spell.

Ryuu-Han, a character I created for my Durendal D&D game (Jan 2026)

The rest of the group swung into action. But the harpsichord already had Ryuu's number. It pummeled him again, knocking him unconscious. Then turned its... tongue... to Leoghnie. It gave her a wallop and stuck her in place.

Someone in the group remarked on the sticky slime situation, "We're not stuck here with it, it's stuck with us!" Except, I pointed out, the harpsichord just stepped toward the party. To make it harder for them to get away. The harpsichord was on a tear.

Herran, a character I created for my Durendal D&D game (Jan 2026)

Herran, often the boldest one in the group, had stepped back to drink a potion to buff up. There's something to be said for the wisdom of recognizing when you're overmatched. Otonio rushed to help Ryuu, pulling him out of the monster's attack range and trying to see if he could revive him. Kiarana called out, "I'll heal Ryuu, you join the fight!"

Kiarana, a character I created for my Durendal D&D game (Jan 2026)

In the next round the group managed to turn the tide of battle. Scrambling to form a plan and get people in the right places helped.

Leoghnie, a character I created for my Durendal D&D game (Jan 2026)

Leoghnie got herself unstuck and delivered a massive wallop to the mimic. It had been hitting hard... but she could hit harder. Especially when she was pissed and leaned in with Power Attack. Keys went flying.

"Is it looking badly injured?" Leoghnie's player asked.

"It just lost about 3 octaves."

Otonio, a character I created for my Durendal D&D game (Jan 2026)

Herran had stepped up to join the fight, and now, too, did Otonio. He bravely dashed right past the flailing monster to surround it in a flanking attack. The malign harpsichord lashed at him with one of its appendages but couldn't beat the young man's fancy footwork. (Mobility gives a +4 dodge bonus to AC against attacks of opportunity, y'all!) Otonio then skewered it from the side, finding a weak spot where the monster couldn't defend itself on both sides simultaneously. (Sneak Attack FTW!)

At that point it was all over except the crying. And lots more sticky slime. Herran slashed with his wakizashi. Ryuu, now back on his feet, lobbed in attack spells. Leoghnie unloaded another overhand attack with her greatsword— Striking the Spark, her latest tutor called it— and smashed the creature into a puddle. Kiarana finished it off with a Hammer of Light because... y'know... evil harpsichords totally might play 'possum.

another blast from my past

Feb. 16th, 2026 08:21 am
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Coffee at the mighty fine joint six blocks from my house with grad school classmate E. Yet more discussion of the struggles of parents, this time with ADHD & transness. Confirmed: E is two for two with the trans kids. And you know how Good Sister did nearly all the heavy lifting of taking care of Mom in my family? E is the good sister in her family. It was a beautiful day for a bite out of a perspective sandwich.

I wanted to go out for house music at Flammable, but I woke up too early due to homemade Ma Po tofu on Saturday. Le sigh. Betrayed by my body for the second time this weekend.

And why would I even think of going out on a Sunday night? Because I have the day off and, naturally, a to-do list. More typing when it's done.
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The 2026 Three-Sentence Ficathon is now at an end! Still open to fills, but there are no new prompts being posted. Here's an eighth and (probably) final roundup of my fills; once again, all of these are for The Goes Wrong Show.


Assorted ficlets for the Goes Wrong Show, 1,400 words total. )


And that's the end of this Three-Sentence Ficathon! It's my favourite fandom event of the year, and this year in particular I've had an incredible time with it. I ended up writing fifty-six fills, totalling just over ten thousand words; fifty-two of those fills were for The Goes Wrong Show, because I have a problem.

Thank you to everyone for your prompts and comments and fills! Thank you in particular to anyone who read my Goes Wrong Show fics without being familiar with the series; a couple of people even checked the show out because of my fills, which absolutely delighted me. My main goals were to have a good time and spread Goes Wrong propaganda, and I think I've succeeded in both.

What if D&D Monsters had Latin Names?

Feb. 15th, 2026 09:39 pm
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Today we played D&D again. It was the second full session of my game, The Collector's Menagerie. After an action-packed session 2 weeks ago where the group got through a lot of challenges today they.... Well, it's not so much that they "hit the skids" as that they fell over laughing.

The Collector's Menagerie, a D&D adventure I created (Feb 2026)

The laughs today came from two things. First, I came up with names for the menagerie of monsters they're fighting in the mansion. No, I don't mean names like "Sammy the Stirge". I mean names like... if you saw these monsters at a zoo, what would the placards in front of their cages say? Because part of the story here is that these monsters literally have cages. And they were put there by a collector... who wanted to show them off. Hence they'd have labels!

The group came back upstairs out of the basement and ventured into the Gallery next. The gallery is the large room where the collector literally had most of his exotic monsters displayed in cages. And because the collector was a bit snooty— I mean, if you've got exotic monsters in display cages between your Hall and your Ballroom you're going to want to be snooty about it— I decided the placards would be in an ancient language known only to the most learned scholars. Ergo, for roleplaying props, they're in Latin.

But how do you say "Owlbear" in Latin? I punted... and marked the cage "Ursa Noctua". Bear-owl. 😂

One of the PCs is actually fluent in my game's ancient scholarly language. And the players had fun trying to guess the monsters from their high school Latin lessons before his character translated them. I gave them these 6 monster labels:


  • Ursa Noctua : Bear owl (Owlbear)

  • Versipellis Furtivus : Sneaky Skin-changer (Mimic)

  • Arinerum Magni : Large Spiders

  • Aves Sanguinarii : Blood-drinking Birds (Stirges)

  • Scutigera Cadaverosa : Carrion Crawler

  • Belua Excrementum : Shit Elephant


To preserve an element of mystery there were two cages with missing labels.

The group choked a bit on the Sneaky Skin-changer— which they interpreted (correctly) as a Mimic, a classic D&D monster. They kind of assumed it, anyway, the moment they saw the treasure chest with fangs chasing someone in the cover pic (above).

The group really choked on Large Spiders. Even worse than worrying aloud that every piece of furniture they came across could be a Mimic, they fretted that there might be spiders ready to drop down on them from the shadowy recesses of the high ceilings. 🕷️

The one I thought was funniest, though, was the last one in the list. The Shit Elephant.

The closest I could find in Latin for an Otyugh is Belua Excrementum. Shit Elephant. 🤣 (Feb 2026)

I came up with that monster's Latin in-game ancient language name, Belua Excrementum, by starting with the name we came up with when the group fought it in the last session, Shit Monster. "Shit" translates obviously to excrementum, but "monster".... In Latin, "monster" really refers to a thing of enormous size. Like "jumbo". "I have a monster headache" is like saying, "I have a jumbo headache." And the word for very large thing happens to be the word for elephant. Belua. So the Otyugh got the Latin name Shit Elephant. 💩🐘🤣


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Help Arrives
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 2 of 2, complete
Word count (story only): 729
[Wednesday, May 13, 2020, 6 pm]


:: Once they’re home from the library, the Teagues are dragged into the problem that Win is investigating. Part of the Edison’s Mirror (Teague Family) story arc. ::


Back to Help Arrives, part one
To the Edison's Mirror Landing Page
On to


:: Win arrives for dinner, and takes charge of the situation the Teagues are now entangled in. Part of the Teague Family story arc. ::




There was a low, building silence, like the stirring of vapor and air to become a cloud. Several minutes into the meal, the only noises involved cutlery, dishes, and the occasional bump against the coffee table. “You know, we can’t call you Nick, because that’s the name of Shandiin’s husband, and he lives right across the yard. We see him every day,” Ed began slowly. “We could ask you about your favorite flower, or your favorite author.”

“Austen,” Nicole answered immediately, then rubbed her face with a trembling hand.

The boy nodded. “I skimmed a couple of those books at the library, because they’ll be assigned later in the school year. Do you like Jane or Emma better?”

“Emma?” the teenager whispered, staring at the strawberry blond.

“That’s one idea then. It’s not saying anything about your personality. It’s just a name that you would like to hear more than your own, for now.”

“Bella means pretty,” Mac declared abruptly. “My grandma said so.”

The teenager, her face hidden behind a curtain of bangs, wrinkled her nose.

“That’s a nope,” Vic declared cheerfully. “Let’s not bombard her with suggestions, though. How about we each make one suggestion each day, if she okays it. So, my suggestion for today…” He drew a deep breath, clicking his tongue as he did, then smirked. “Lara. From a Russian novel that I never managed to finish reading.”

Across from him, the teenage girl snickered.

“Ah, I see,” Aidan nodded, with an exaggerated ‘wise’ expression. “One name suggestion, then. I could suggest something serious, or something more playful. He waited a beat. “Beatrice.”

That made the girl laugh softly. She shook her head only once, slowly.

“Well, now that that’s done, Vic made a cobbler for dessert. Would anyone like some?” the auburn-haired man offered, smiling.

Gently, a chorus of affirmative sounds, and one distinct, “Yes, please,” from Win, swept through the room.

A few minutes later, when the cobbler was tasted and the bowls halfway empty, Aidan spoke again. “Win, do you know how long it might take to find the young lady’s family? And…” HIs eyes clouded with worry. “And, are they safe for her? Some parents might not be, after such a strange situation.”

“My parents aren’t like that,” the teenager blurted, then stuffed a large bite of cobbler in her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she huffed, and she was forced to chew very slowly to avoid choking on her food.

Win smiled. “I know them. Do I have your permission to contact them?”

The girl squirmed, then nodded. “My head’s a mess,” she whispered. “Time is weird. Words… run away.” Shivering, she took another too-large bite of dessert.

“I’m not trying to insult anyone,” Win prefaced, sitting very straight and still. “But do you feel safe enough to sleep here tonight? Your parents will need some time to fall apart, then pull themselves together to come to get you. I’ll need them with you, for legal reasons, when I take a formal statement, and I really, really hope that you can get a good night’s sleep before that.”

“There’s an enormous bed in the bedroom,” VIc volunteered. He smiled at Nicole. “It’s not being used, because it’s really too soft to us.”

Aidan nodded once. “It feels like trying to sleep in a pan half full of syrup.”

“I doubt it’s that bad,” Win protested, her brows puzzling together.

“For about fifteen years,” Aidan answered, his lips quirking up, “I slept with a wooden block as a pillow. It helped my spine tremendously, but I lost it and many other possessions in a move.”

Vic shrugged. “I didn’t have a pillow when I… well, it was only for a few months, but I can grab a throw pillow from one of the sofas and be fine, too.”

Win studied the apartment for a long moment. “Or, Miss, you could stay with me. It’s something to think about, before I call your parents. Either way, I’ll have them plan to meet us in the morning at the station. And… please don’t tell anyone your arrangements tonight. The repercussions could be… severe for me.”

The teenage girl shook her head quickly. It took several deep breaths before words slipped out as she exhaled. “I. Won’t.”

“Thank you.” Win’s smile was soft, but genuine.

30

Author’s note: spoons error today. ALMOST have a handle on this!












Sunday night morbs

Feb. 15th, 2026 10:00 pm
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I had a pretty dispiriting conversation with my parents this evening.

Whenever I think "wow I'm shit at speaking up when I should," I hope I remember how far I've come.

My mom won't argue with the people in her life who persist in Trump support despite living in Minnesota in 2026. "We just don't talk about politics," I remember hearing this when I was growing up (once or twice; one didn't even need to talk about not talking about politics very often), and it seems so nonsensical as well as enraging these days.

And when she told me about a parent being ableist toward his young son, after said child's disability had been explicitly compared to mine... She was talking to the parents and made that connection herself, saying that how they described his sight reminded her of me, which got the mom to ask if I'd ever "had to" use braille. At this point I was wincing a little, she made it sound like an emergency plan I didn't have to resort to (when actually I taught myself (by sight, not touch) Grade 1 braille when I was 11 because I so desperately wanted to learn it), but whatever. Mom replied, accurately, that I did not learn braille. The kid's mom said that she'd asked because they as his parents had been told braille might be relevant to their child, and I guess here the kid's dad interrupted their conversation to say "absolutely not, he will never do that."

I was so upset. I shouted "that's horrible!"

Mom was upset...with my outburst. "I'm only telling you what he said," she told me, clearly not interested when I tried to explain why I thought this is horrible.

I've been having a bad-brain time anyway, but the idea that there are people out there who insist that their visually impaired kid will never learn braille is bad enough... and it stings to see that my mom isn't even interested in advocating otherwise even when she had been explicitly treated like an expert by the kid's mom by drawing this parallel between my condition and his.

My mom isn't really much of an expert on my condition -- she told me that people in her church prayed for me to stop being blind when I was a baby and I'm a miracle; Wikipedia tells me it's normal for people born with my condition to acquire some sight by the time we're five years old. And her own ableism was baked into the conversation: she's intensely uncomfortable with wheelchair users unless they are expected to "walk again some day" and she was just so paternalistic about the kid that even modeling better reactions (which is usually all I can do when my parents are like this) didn't feel good enough for me.

It just felt like the last straw: a difficult weekend, I accidentally broke the fastening on my current-favorite glasses chain while I was trying to clean glasses that always seem to be dirty lately, I have realized only tonight that all my train journeys this coming week will be even more complicated because Manchester Piccadilly is effectively closed... D kindly tried to fix a problem with my phone not sending e-mail only for it to confound him, leaving him frustrated and confused.

And now it's past my bedtime? I somehow have to go to sleep when I'm so dejected? Bah.

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The 1916 (Olympic) games were cancelled due to an international dispute occurring during that year

A dispute that left millions dead, sure. Not how I'd describe WWI, but okay.

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A late musical valentine

Feb. 15th, 2026 01:56 pm
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A Decision to Fall

Feb. 15th, 2026 10:16 am
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Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: f!Solas/Lavellan

Summary: Solas and Lavellan are separated from the rest of the party in bad weather. You know where this goes.

AN: Solavellentine Weekend (Day 3, "shared breaths") meets Femslash February so enjoy butch sapphic Solas in crisis. Also pertains to a 9 year old kink meme prompt.

Length: 4.2k

Excerpt:

If only Lavellan had not stepped between Solas and the despair demon; she might have been able to run off with the others. Instead, they had been forced away from the rest of the party together and now Solas had too much time to think.

a... something from my past

Feb. 15th, 2026 08:32 am
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But first, and this does come into play later: on Friday evening I got a COVID shot, etc. at CVS, no fuss no muss, a historically normal drugstore experience. There was a time when I would have taken that for granted, but not anymore. Pity CVS is kind of a hike from my place, unlike the cursed Walgreen's.

On to yesterday afternoon. I had coffee with [profile] dianala! Whom I hadn't seen since before the pandemic. She's one of my oldest friends in the Seattle area, and she's also the one who plugged me into MOO and thereby the kink community, LiveJournal and thereby Dreamwidth, etc. So you could say she's had an outsize influence on my life. She didn't work as hard at it as, say, [personal profile] cupcake_goth, but she administered some crucial course corrections at a few points in my life.

We're all living with the aftermath of the pandemic. Her two boys, now young men, have got the 'tism like whoa, and that's basically consumed her life since the pandemic started; the pandemic made it significantly harder. Her husband [personal profile] lister, who I actually think is cool, seems to be fighting depression, and she recognizes that she needs to get out & be more social. I'll do what I can, natch, but neither clubbing nor kink nor bleepy goodness are her thing. There's art, though.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that we've grown in such different directions since the turn of the century – she was the self-styled Big Dyke On Campus back in the early '90s – but I confess to being a little sad about it.

It's funny how she & I have both given into do-gooder impulses: I mainly through Lambert House, and she by starting a non-profit that does micro-grants fast, which is often of the essence. I'm impressed.

Fun fact: the user pic I used was taken in the very early aughts inside what was then [profile] dianala's house.

I went to the Mercury briefly. I enjoyed the Valentine's Day decorations as only [profile] seelenschwester would do them, plus all the femmes femmed up more than usual. (J of A&J fame confirmed my suspicion.) But the COVID shot kicked my butt and I left early. I swung by Pony on the way to the train station; I didn't feel the music, but I did start feeling a sore ankle. That was Goddess telling me to go home already, which I did.

Oh: of course one of the Merc DJs played a song that I first heard at one of [profile] dianala's parties. Kind of perfect, really.

Oh oh: the train to the north end announced itself as a 2 line train*! Hurrah! The automatic station announcements were for stations in Redmond, so the conductor had to get on the PA and give out the real ones for, you know, north Seattle. It is to laugh.



*For you out-of-towners, our light rail network isn't quite networked just yet: the two light rail lines are disconnected. The 1 line runs the length of Seattle and then some, and the 2 line stays on the east side of Lake Washington. That all changes on March 28th, though, when the world's only rail over a floating bridge opens to the public. They were testing things out yesterday. You know I'm psyched about this.

Periodic Sunday Book Summaries--#3

Feb. 15th, 2026 07:55 am
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Sunday book summaries are my casual log of what I’ve been reading this week. These are not formal reviews. They’re more my reactions and musings as taken from my journal when I complete the reading, and at times will contain notes about how they influence my thoughts on what I’m writing.

This week’s version includes several weeks’ worth of reading, due to a busy life schedule of late. That’s why I call this series “periodic.”

 

It’s been a few weeks since I last put up one of these posts, due in part to a significant, time-dependent, non-writing business project that is (hopefully) winding down before we begin the next, bigger, and final one.

 

So. Let’s dive right in.

 

First of all, I finished reading all of the Earthsea books. The Tombs of Atuan sticks in my memory much better than Wizard, even though like Wizard I came to it as an adult. I had to put it down for a day or so because I read it on the day that Liam Conejo Ramos was kidnapped by ICE, and…there were just too many resonances for my comfort.

 

The Farthest Shore, however…that was my very first Le Guin, read when I was still in junior high. Pieces of it stick in my mind, such as the village witch who screamed her true name to the world. I liked the name Akaren, and ended up naming one of our hens that. The chicken Akaren—a black Bantam Cochin—never lost her magic but after she developed a habit of setting on a clutch of eggs, we gave her some duck eggs. Despite the trauma of seeing her days-old babies happily jump into a small special pond we made for them, she was a good mama to her duck babies. At one point she had to crowd herself into a corner in the safe roost we established for her, so that the ducklings could crawl underneath her—and she was not touching the ground.

 

The part from The Farthest Shore that didn’t really stick was Kalessin and Ged at the end. I’m not sure why. The wall remained in my memory. Arren’s true name stuck in my memory. But not the ending. Still…oh, Orm Embar. And oh, Akaren.

 

Tehanu is always worth the revisit, as are The Tales of Earthsea, The Other Wind, and the remaining stories included in The Books of Earthsea. I bought the fancy edition for myself years ago, and don’t regret the purchase. But reading this big volume is one where I have to sit down and make time to work my way through it. However, it’s quite calming and gives me some perspective overall about life, power, and changes.

 

I read The Tsar of Lore and Techno by Anthony Marra a few weeks ago. It’s an interesting collection of interrelated short stories that progress from the early days of the Soviet Union through to the early days of Putin. The threads of story progress, yet circle around to provide an interconnected web that ends up linking the very first story with the last one. It’s rather interesting in style and concept, and the Stalinist-era stories have…a somewhat uncomfortable resonance.

 

After Tsar I definitely needed a palate cleanser, so I dove into romances. Courtney Milan is always reliable, and I hadn’t read her “Song of the Crocodile” before now. I followed up with a collection, Midnight Scandals, three novellas by Courtney Milan, Sherry Thomas, and Carolyn Jewel. While I’d read the Milan, I hadn’t read the other two before. And I ended up reading another Thomas, Tempting the Bride.

 

I had two other big books that I’ve been reading. One was Joyce Carol Oates, The Accursed. Now that was interesting. I haven’t read much of Oates’s work, but it’s definitely a well-crafted piece of alternate history Gothic horror. The opening pages initially reminded me of H.P. Lovecraft’s work, albeit not so purpleish with the prose. It twisted around nicely and had an ending that somewhat surprised me. Will I check out more of Oates’s books? Hard to say. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.

 

The other BIG book I’ve been wading through was Gayle Feldman’s Nothing Random, a biography of Bennett Cerf and, to a certain degree, a history of Random House publishing. I knew that publishing had changed quite a bit during the early 20th century but I did not realize the degree that it had until reading this book. Much of the early day history of Random House/Cerf in publishing resonated with me as a model for modern-day independent ebook publishing—Cerf et al saw openings for expanding readership by developing new markets and…it made me realize that perhaps I need to find some more histories about that era of publishing, focusing on how different publishers developed a popular readership.

 

It seems to me that those of us writing in the indie space, dealing with massive competition due to generative AI and other entertainment mediums, might benefit from looking at how publishers in the early twentieth century expanded their markets. My gut keeps telling me that the most accurate comparison is with the pulp era.

 

Is that so? Perhaps. Time to do some more digging, and I’ll accept any suggestions.

 

Meanwhile, that’s it for this installment. Hopefully real life calms down enough that I can return to a somewhat weekly schedule. I’m currently reading a book about Yellowstone and a Terry Pratchett that had been hidden in my collection until I did some bookshelf rearranging.

 

That’s it for this week. If you like what you’ve read, please feel free to check out my books or drop a tip at my Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/joycereynoldsward


The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester

Feb. 15th, 2026 07:12 am
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Ben Reich plans a perfect murder in a world where getting away with murder is impossible.

The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester

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Feb. 15th, 2026 01:08 pm
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Well, happy cheap-filled-chocolates-in-heart-shaped-boxes day, for those in a position to take advantage of it. And I hope that any of you who celebrated yesterday had a good Valentine's day, and that the rest of us got through it okay. It isn't a good day for the bereft. The last few days haven't been all that good for my back, either -- no idea what I did to cause muscle spasms, but I wish I hadn't.

I did accomplish a few things last week: getting my legs wrapped in elastic ("Ace") bandages to reduce the swelling, setting up a trip to the US next month (in time to renew my driver's license), taking three walks (not all that good, but something at least), and one guitar practice session (also not all that good, but something).

For those folks affected, or soon to be affected, by Discord's new age checks, or worried about further enshittification over the next year or three, there are some lists of alternatives under the cut for your edification. Almost all on Friday, along with some more commentary. A couple on Tuesday. Tl;dr: there isn't an obvious drop-in replacement, but Stoat comes close and is under active development.

Also of note: A legendary golden fabric lost for 2,000 years has been brought back: it's made from pen shell byssus, which was previously discarded as waste. The color is non-fading because it's structural. Other good news, EU Parliament 🇪🇺 votes to accept a report, that calls for "the full recognition of trans women as women".

Notes & links, as usual )

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