Zig Zag Claybourne

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(In book 3 we might find out out *why* no man has ever peed properly, because not everything should remain a mystery.)

Fell on the line "No man has ever peed properly" in Amnandi Sails today and laughed my ass off, which seemed necessary considering the news of each and every day.

Enjoy what you create, luvs. Consider it infusing flavors to waters you give somebody else to sip.

When gravity increases & I feel flatter than a hair, I might grab something I wrote & flip to random sections. If that lifts me, I think of sumbody who might be having a shitty day & they pick up one of my books and say fuck off world, I'm reimagining. That's a strong elevating feeling. Fuel 4 life.

Fast forward to the 24th century and we find out the schmoo are DS9's Founders. The Dominion War just got a hell of a lot schmooier.

Hell Yeah it is.

Opening Round: Vote for the Readers' Favorite Fantasy of 2025! Discover the Readers' Favorite Fantasy in the 2025 Goodreads Choice Awards.

The Goodreads Choice Awards are upon us & I'm honestly really staggered & thrilled to see THE RIVER HAS ROOTS made it into the first round of Fantasy picks! It's in tremendous company, & y'all should go vote for your faves if you're so inclined! The first round runs from Nov 11 - 23.

Schmoo: Earth.

Dragons with laser eyes & laser tails are my JAM.

Do I want people to buy my books? Heck yes. But when the Khumalo trilogy is done I might sit with the idea of my dream project, a script for a Herculoids movie. If I sit long enough, I might actually do. This'd be entirely for play; nobody's looking for me in Hanna-Barbera land. Be helluva fun tho.

May the world's cocaine haze fade into sobriety, we ask this in LeVar Burton's holy name, amen

It's an absolute wonder getting a creative project done. Take a bow.

The sun looks like it's streaking toward high fluffy very dramatic clouds.

"I'm cloudbursting, daddy."

for those of you blanking out on your book dedication:

Getting tagged in a post like this never hurts.

"Today was a good day, because I was able to wake up late, read in bed, and finish 'Amnandi Sails' by @zzclaybourne."

YouTube video by Kate Bush - Topic Hounds Of Love (2018 Remaster)

"Here I go..."

A young witch stands back to back with her older self, silhouettes among a pastel swirl of colors, while a silent raven looms above. This is the cover for the fantasy novel AMNANDI SAILS.

Witches and sailing and dangers and soups!

www.amazon.com/Amnandi-Sail...

have recalled enough moments of warmth as to suffuse me from core to skin. Kind of like the Earth. I'm going to take that very very wistful thought to sleep with me.

The instant I set this laptop down to do nothing but drift with the snow I'll have forgotten why I typed this in the first place, but will likely (very gradually, so much so that I won't know when I fade out)

Flakes drop, whirl, swirl, then randomly catch an updraft and seem as if they've popped back up to eye level because they're curious to see me. Briefly. Which is fine. Nothing about me needs to be the center of long attention.

I don't mind stopping to see the 10 snowflakes I can count fall. There are countless others with them. I don't mind there being no TV on, no music, just the fall.

Sometimes it's not about creating an artificial sun but acclimating the unseen thoughts to a slower pace. No matter how fast a pre-winter wind blows, this time of year always demands slowness for me. Slowness to the point of nothingness.

I have my own memories cleaving me, my own loves and changing moods. Lack of sun has me full of 'used to be,' and I have a sun lamp but am actively choosing not to use it now.

I see it thru the large balcony windows off my living room. Nothing's sticking yet. Mother Earth's still too flush. With emotion, with summer memories, with love, who knows? All I know is the world is of 2 minds at the moment & neither wants to mesh. Fine with me. I don't want to get off this sofa.

The day started with sleet driven by high winds that turn the tiniest crystals into angry bees, then warmed slightly to a mist, & has now napped back toward full snow, fleet fat flakes that whip but now & again stop time to waft, almost like dancers changing the tempo to catch the viewer off guard.

The deep magick, yes.

I probably have to come up with a snazzy graphic soon -
But it's awards eligibility season.

Wolf's Path - Best Collection.
Cold Steel - Best YA novel.
The Freedom - Best short story. (self-pub)
Forest - Best flash fiction.

Captain Benjamin First of His Name Lafayette Emissary Sisko raises a glass.

Yes!

If you look in the background of the medical inquiry scene...

The film shows that with time and care, us confused meat spasms can CREATE, not in mean ways but with questions via the shared little knowledge we have. The dialogue, the acting, costuming, directing, the whole creative scale. Fucking brilliant.

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“I never considered what would come after creation.” The flaw of most so-called gods. Guillermo’s Frankenstein: every scene offers something for the eye and the brain, which is maybe the highest gift of any art.

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