arielle 🦇

and also. baby powder is your friend

jordan i LOVE this for you

An ‘astonishingly’ large new dinosaur species has been discovered in the Sahara | BBC Science Focus Magazine This school-bus-sized predator was so unusual that scientists didn't recognise it at first

WAKE UP EVERYONE UNICORN SPINOSAURUS JUST SPAWNED
www.sciencefocus.com/news/new-din...

i feel like i'm finally getting the hang of the tree voice for my novel which is an amazing feeling but also why is this happening on chapter 37. of 40.

much rewriting to come....

broke 70k words! only 5 chapters left to write! we are in the final stretch folks

my condolences!

it's 4 am. i have to get up for work at 7. two hours ago a query letter—FOR THE BOOK I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED WRITING—dropped fully formed into my brain, and apparently i can't sleep until i write it all down. thanks, brain. terrible timing.

let's bring back this kenning for sword please

Photo of a desk with a writing tablet with keyboard, a pair of glasses, and an open book with marked-up poems, sticky notes, and a pencil lying on it.

chanukah and christmas are over so we're back at it with chapter 32!

goals today: finish the bark bread scene in chapter 30, write the unfinished red deer scene from chapter 29
goals tomorrow: finish chapter 30
somehow later this week: write chapter 31

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Text of a Publishers Marketplace announcement: Fiction: Debut Erik Grove's THE LONG RED TOMORROW, a science-fiction noir that follows an investigator searching for a missing person through the lowest bars to the highest penthouses in a dust-choked martian colony on the verge of revolution, to Julie Constantine at Podium Publishing, by Joshua Bilmes at JABberwocky Literary Agency.

I have news! My debut novel is coming soon!

Photo of a fluffy caramel-coloured cat standing on a secretary desk, blocking the view of a writing tablet. Also on the desk are a journal, a pair of wire-framed glasses, a teapot, and a cup of tea.

Photo of the same cat lying beside a small pillow on a wooden desk chair. Because of how fluffy she is, she takes up all of the space on the chair.

the beast does not want me to finish this chapter

Observing Trans Day of Remembrance 2025 Remembering those we’ve lost over the past year.

Good evening all. For this year's Trans Day of Remembrance (TDOR), TFR remembers three transfeminine authors who passed away this year: Miss Major Griffin-Gracy (78), Valerie Amelia Thompson (38), and Michelle Duff (85) 🖤

We also remember 367+ victims of anti-trans violence and suicide 🕯️

#tdor

we can still finish this book by the end of 2025 folks!! i believe

Photo of a tablet at a café table, with a glass of hot chocolate to one side and a notebook with cursive handwriting to the other.

Photo of a cat on an armchair. The cat is curled up, sleepy and extremely fluffy, with a caramel and brown coat and black on the bottoms of her feet. Next to the chair is a brown accordion case, and some pieces of art are visible on the walls, including a print of many leafless trees.

Photo of a tablet on a reddish wood desk, with an empty blue ceramic mug to one side and a notebook to the other. In the desk shelves a laptop is visible, as are a roll of pencils and another notebook.

well, i've rather fallen off of my plans!tech week turned out to be tech-two-weeks, and i had to drive across several states for a family emergency, so writing has taken a backseat.

i'm not tracking weeks, but i have gotten back to writing in the last few days, finishing chapter 24 and starting 25!

why is she doing this

Photo of a cat sitting in a chair at a dining table. The cat is grey, extremely fluffy, and is sticking out her little pink tongue sort of sideways.

The same cat viewed from above, with big green eyes looking up and her tongue still out.

blep

a medieval style illustration of joan of arc. she has short hair with a halo, wears a full suit of armor, and holds a sword and rosary. she stands in a room with fleur de lis wallpaper and 2 windows through which flames are seen blazing. above her is an illumination with poppies. the whole piece contains shiny gold elements.

butch joan of arc from last year

#illustration #joanofarc

week 8, day 6:

i've fallen slightly behind, but not irrecoverably. today i finished chapter 22, meaning that if i'm able to keep up a pace of 2 chapters per week i'll still get finished in time.

hit 40,000 words today! thank you to the bust of william shakespeare that sits on the top of the writing-desk at @philaathenaeum.bsky.social for encouraging me 🪶

Photo of a notebook propped up against a car passenger seat dashboard. The car is driving down a tree-lined highway, and the notebook has a handwritten chapter outline in cursive.

week 7, day 1 (yesterday):

was visiting in-laws for the holiday, but got some work done at lovely little bookstore. not progress on chapters, but some necessary restructuring inspired by my writing group's critique of the last 10 chapters on sunday (a reminder that i need & love my writing group)

week 6(😨), day 6:

i was caught up in a great lassitude for a week and could not make myself write, so now i am very behind. but this morning i was up at 5 AM for some time in the woods squirrel spotting, and i had my notebook with me, and in the down moments i wrote the second half of chapter 21.

Photo of an outdoor table and chair overed in graffiti with leaf-shaped backpack on the chair and a tablet on the table, all in dappled light. In the background, a sunny park with grass and trees.

week 5, day 5:

the weather is so beautiful i had to spend the morning writing in the park, and got maybe a quarter of the way through chapter 21!

The Settler Logics of (Outer) Space In this essay, I position the logics of settler colonialism and the logics of space exploration dominion over both space on earth, and interplanetary space at the expense of Indigenous peoples. I then...

A great resource! This is also a very accessible work by Ojibwe & Black geographer Niiyokamigaabaw Deondre Smiles - www.societyandspace.org/articles/the...

There's this book called "Colonialism and the Emergence of Science Fiction" that I've been giving away a lot of late, it helped me with the history of why this is so deeply embedded in this genre. Conflation of space and westward expansion is a big taproot. And it's very 'air we breath' to some.

& they were right!

Screenshot of a word document with the following text: When Harald is dead, Pedr digs beneath the snow to find the layer of wet leaves slick on the ground. He takes everything that will not rot quickly—Harald’s bronze medallion, his leather shoes, his knife—and uses the knife to dig a hole deep enough to bury them. Then he covers the body in leaves and snow, piling them on the legs and trunk but, when he reaches the face, placing each leaf carefully and smoothing it over the cold skin. He does not bother to close the eyes, which sag half-lidded, only covered by leaves as they creep from one side of the face to the other. Then Pedr packs on snow, and then more leaves and sticks. A makeshift cairn that will become a part of the ground as the body does. Pedr does not think of the carrion-eaters, the scavenging birds which will thrust their claws through to the flesh and destroy this resting-place. He does not know about the tiniest scavengers, the bugs and bacteria, which will eat their way into the corpse and grow and multiply. He thinks in clean absolutes: this unsaved soul will find no redemption after death. This body of dust returns to dust, and so there shall be an end.

week 5, day 4:

a milestone today!

i hit the halfway point (at least plot wise—the second "half" may actually be a bit longer). after almost a year stuck at 20k words, i'm very relieved that things are moving forward now.

on to chapter 21 tomorrow, on the other side of the fulcrum...

Star Trek The Next Generation scene and we're on 'da bridge, down near the laid back chairs where one would navigate the ship. But the bridge is EMPTY OF OTHERS except for Dr Crusher. Where is everyone? We'll never know. Back to Bev, she's standing in the first picture and then in the second frame sits in the chair looking puzzled and stressed, while red alert lights shine all around. Closed caption reads, "If there's nothing wrong with me... maybe there's something wrong with the universe."

Alt in picture one!

a linocut of a capricorn in a confined frame impaled by a harpoon. its head is arched over its back and its tail fills the frame.

The carved block of the same image

“Saturn,” carved way back in 2018.