I keep meaning to visit Forbidden Planet for the next Monstress book, but somehow time slips away from me, even when I get into Glasgow.

Some market stalls, but they were all shuttered. Perhaps I've mistake where your picture is. I thought it was St Enoch's Square.

Love it. 😂

I walked over there last week, but failed to realise they don't open in the morning. So I sulked and took the train home.

Your daily fortune:
Today you will find success. Success at feeling overwhelmed, and spilling wine on your favorite sweater.

You can't procrastinate at self-publishing. You've got to do all the marketing* as well as writing new books. 😕

*says she failing at this.

"Lady, if you don't find a rabbit with lipstick amusing, you and I have nothing to say to each other." ~ Bugs Bunny, Back in Action.

Just about 2 days left

Cleaning out more spiders?

I’m no fan of Nigel Farage but credit to him for highlighting the brilliant work of the SNP government in ensuring that over a third of Scottish school children are fluent in multiple languages.

Thanks, froggy.

velociraptor = distanceraptor / timeraptor

Nearly 1 in 3 schoolchildren in Glasgow do not speak English as their first language. This is not diversity. This is culture smashing Reform UK will make this a big issue in our campaign.

A: Who gives a fuck apart from racists?

B: His figure is wrong. 71.2% of Glaswegian children speak English as their first language.

C: So that's 28.8% who speak it as a second and I'll bet you they speak brilliant English and that it's much better than most Reform voters I've met online.

Martin Rowson on Israel’s participation in Eurovision – cartoon Ireland, Spain, Slovenia and the Netherlands will boycott next year’s Eurovision after Israel was given the all-clear to compete

Latest Graun toon up already www.theguardian.com/commentisfre...

Picture. Cover of the 2026 calendar. Shows the illustration Murasaki Shikibu, a Japanese writer in a moonlit room, as the cover image.

Picture. The back of the 2026 calendar. Shows three rows of four images labelled with the title and location of each illustration.

Looking for a gift for the history lover in your life? Consider the Women of 1000 calendar! Meet a different woman each month from the year 1000. This year, we've got a few throwbacks to the first calendar mixed in with the most recent illustrations.

#MedievalSky 🗃️

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Fingers crossed for you.

Anthology Submissions They Are Still Here (Maen Nhw Yma O Hyd) Times are hard. Perhaps not quite hard enough for Arthur to awaken from his long sleep, but other characters from mythology and history may still be here to…

Hello! @wtpress.bsky.social are open for submissions for a Welsh Mythology anthology edited by myself and @rozc.bsky.social , to launch at Eastercon. Details here

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Pasha MacNutt wishes on a passing winter star flying over a snowy field. The little squirrel wears a blue woolly sweater and green trousers, gloves and hat.

Wishing on a winter star.

Prompt: wish
#arcticfight2025 #artfight #arcticfight #squirrel #winter #xmas #christmas

These card are beautiful especially if you want something a little different from robins.

My school played WotWs in assembly.

I'm sending these out as Christmas presents this year. Though I bought one sneaky bag of Mulled Wine truffles for me.

20 of the Cutest Queer RomComs (or at least ones that I love) NYT bestselling author Gail Carriger: comedic, urban fantasy, steampunk, historical, romance, mystery, queer joy, heroine's journeys, and more sub-genres than one can shake a parasol at. Books include Soulless, Etiquette & Espionage, and Prudence.

20 of the Cutest Queer RomComs (or at least ones that I love)

This song helped me get through the death of my husband nearly 25 years ago now.

Very close to 50 auctions bidded on out of the 63!!!!

Every bid gets you a wonderful item (mostly original artwork) and you help a charity!

The Last Man on Mars PAUL DEANE first read The Lord of the Rings at age 11, when one of his father’s co-workers gave him a copy. Not long after, he was assiduously reading science fiction and fantasy – Asim…

Check out my poem "The Last Man on Mars" in The Brazen Head for a dystopian take on a near-future Mars colony ...

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📚🪐 📚 #mars #colony #scifi #poem #alliterative #poetry #alliterativeverse

Every penny I make in book sales between now and Satanmas day will be donated to the RNLI.

Wanna piss off a racist and read a book? Your time has come

Come on internet; show me what you can do.

Unlike the debunked “millionaire exodus”, Britain’s young workers really are leaving in droves— 174,000+ since March 2024.

The motor of our economy walking away is a crisis that really should worry us.

🧵So, why are they leaving and how can we stop it? 1/9

Paragraph from The Waterborne Blade by Susan Murray: A fresh onslaught of rain all but obscured her vision as they pulled out from the shelter of the trees on the mainland; it pelted against her cheeks, stinging her eyes, weighing down her cloak. She clung there, wretched, sliding on the wooden seat as the boat pitched on the growling water. Her world dwindled until she was trapped in a limbo devoid of all sound but the buffeting of the wind and the grind, lap, slap of the oars, devoid of all sensation but the stinging rain and dull tug of nausea at the pit of her stomach.

Cover of The Waterborne Blade by Susan Murray. A woman clad in an ornate gown is moving past the viewer, a long dagger held in her blood-spattered right hand. Cover art by Paul Young.

Extract from original exercise: The oarsman ground the oars against the locks, water lapped and slapped and they pulled away from the jetty towards the bank of mist that hid the island from view. Towards the island where she, too, would soon be hidden from view. She twisted round to look back at the jetty. Hooded figures watched in silence, until the grind, lap and slap of the oars drew her into the mist where she would be forgotten. Moist air clung cold to her face, weighed down her hair; the vapour leeched away the morning sunlight, weighed down her heart. Her world dwindled until she was trapped in a limbo devoid of all sound but the grind, lap, slap of the oars; her courage dwindled until she was once more a frightened child travelling through darkness, unable to understand what her sin had been; her hope dwindled to a dry husk, trailing across the dark water, only too well aware of what her sin had been.

Today's #BookQW word is 'world'. Alwenna's crossing a rough sea on a tiny boat.

This moment is where her story first came into being. It evolved from a creative writing exercise, extracted alongside - it fascinates me how a distinct narrative takes on its own shape from little more than a vibe.

Added to this, if you're a trans inclusive group wanting to do green woodworking or forest bathing or permaculture or naked drum circles (look, i work in a hippie field, sorry) or what-fucking-ever, you come to us and we will keep you safe. Promise.

Right, my trans homies! If you are trans (or non binary) and would like to take the 2 day Introduction to #Permaculture course on a pay-what-you-feel basis, give me a shout and we'll make it happen next summer....

Cover art by Ben Baldwin shows a creature crouching in a low tunnel entrance lined with grey stones and partly hidden by green undergrowth and white flowers. The creature has pale skin covered in sparse black hair and it looks a bit like an ape, a bit like a bear, and completely unlike either of those. Book extract reads: ‘But the Hunter…’ Fin shook her head, uncertain. ‘I mean, I know he’s turned up when we’ve been sorting out trouble for the Green Man, but he’s had his own reasons for getting involved. Ask him directly for help and you’ll owe him a favour. A big one. What do you think he’ll want in return?’ ‘I have no idea.’ I understood Fin’s hesitation. The Green Man and Wade are aeons-old, mysterious powers whose realms are the ancient greenwood and long-lost wetlands. No one knows much about them, even those of us who’ve seen them in person. Most people believe they’re guardians of the natural world. As long as you don’t piss them off, they seem to be benign. The Hunter, though, he’s different, whether you call him Herne or Cernunnos or the Horned One. Those names are tied to tales of bloody violence. Those aren’t only stories. I’d seen one person who’d got on the Hunter’s shit list die an agonising death.

Book Quote Wedneday's word is 'world' #BookQW
Being able to see those who live in the supernatural realm is all very well, but there's a lot which Dan Mackmain and his girlfriend Fin don't know, and that can land them in a world of hurt. Modern fantasy rooted in British myths and folklore #Booksky