I have spent....a lot of time in hotels, for both work and pleasure. I have tons of friends in the industry. The only people who romanticize hotels are the ones whose associations are fleeting at best and know absolutely nothing about them.
If I had a nickel for every time someone romanticized a failing hotel as part of a cozy spec fic, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's (a) weird it has happened twice and (b) WHY
Listen. I love a coffee shop AU as much as the next person. But the romanticizing of the working class and the hospitality industry in romance drives me absolutely bonkers.
Tomorrow I have housework to do. We shall see how restless I feel after that 😂 but tonight my body is ready to take over the world and damn the mcas/long covid consequences!
I think I'm just restless. Restless is good! Restless means I have extra energy I need to get out for the first time in weeks/months. To have that extra energy is good!
Chronic illness means I've gotta slow lorris that mania right back into a chair and remember to breathe, or I'll crash.
I have the urge to jump on my bike and go for a quick jaunt. I'm aware that is the CI/MCAS devil talking. But gods do I want to get on my bike!
676 words on the new project this morning. Approximately 1,200 last night. I will take it!
I mean, me either, just not where I usually run into you 😂
I always run into @ridelee.bsky.social in the most random places. 😂 This time, the gem show!
He has a 🚀🍆 if that makes you freaks (affectionate) more interested. 😂
If you're reading for the Trans Right Readathon, I have a sweet and spicy sci-fi short story with a trans male POV MC you might be into!
It's all fun and games as an author until you have to punnily NAME the twee cat cafe you thought was such a good idea two weeks ago
A fluffy long hair cat with white feet standing on his hind legs to reach for chicken on a countertop against light brown cabinets
But there was chicken, your honor
I am Afraid ™️. I have seen a bunch of people upset and I haven't gotten the courage/spoons to log on snd see what nonsense they've done now 😂
Some Universal Soap Opera writer has clearly decided I am their beloved blorbo that deserves pain. 🫠
*sighs*
*checks another Solarpunk Sapphic Nostradamus Bingo Box*
And even now, apparently, we are on thin ice with this previously safe food. Goddamit.
The food, btw, is white rice and boiled chicken because that's all my mast cells can handle right now 🤙
Before MCAS, I didn't appreciate the spices I used on my food. Now I have sea salt and this probiotic I sprinkle on my food and thats...it. And you know what? I can taste the probiotic. It has become its own flavoring.
It's literally the spice of life.
Fuuuuully missed that this last week was Women In Construction week (which, in my defense, makes sense for me....but not my characters....)
We will let that marketing fish go, put it on the author calendar, and try again next year 😂 there's always Pride in Construction!
Two white cats with orange tails sit on a lap and on a teak desk yawning and washing. A laptop open to a document sits between them on the desk
My extremely dedicated editing crew hard at work!
Same here! Started up about 3 days ago. My fav sound.
…Bumping this for the Evening Crowd. 😄
one of the funny truths you learn if you write in the cross-genre romance space is that people who don't like the sex will hallucinate massive amounts of it in your book, and people who wanted more sex will be able to estimate an exact sex word count within like 75 words.
They'll both be mad tho.
The "this is fine" dog meme comic, but he's saying "so I have a book coming out".
*sigh*
In the last 72 hours my brain provided me the plot of a fully fledged cozy romance novella, so that is where I am at with the state of the world right now
Butch is Tired.™️ Butch was kept up with muscle and joint pain all night, finally managed to get *some* rest....then woke up and checked their phone and wanted to go back to just being worried about their new chronic-illness symptoms 🙃
Photo of the sun in a clear blue sky taken over a building parapet
You are a chronically-ill author writing for the first time in months. The sun is shining w/o a cloud in the sky. You can't quite get into it, because you know the people responsible for The Horrors in your phone this morning are less than 5 miles away in any direction. You live in Washington D.C.
And I will take this little victory because The Horrors Persist
Today I (finally) wrote a scene I have been fighting to write for almost a year. All I had to do was change character POV! Funny how that works out....