March update

2 books fight for the finish line! (not really)

THIS MONTH…

⚜️ I found a whole collection of possible fonts for Upcoming Novel Cover!!

Black velvet hangings had covered the walls, in the House of Jan’s birth. Silver chalices from the same mold, each one like the other, all polished to a sheen. Color had been found in the mosaics, all splintered glass, upon which she would run her fingers, and in the gardens outside, which were filled with a profusion of magentas and brilliant reds, deep purples and the blooded, full orange beauty of the sky above.

—from Otherside

But, I did not focus so much on that because there was another project that took up some time recently…

⚜️ Not only did I write the intro to Sadbook Volume 3, I also put all the pictures into the file, worked on the table of contents + endnotes (yes there are endnotes this time!), & the cover design has been finalized. Which leads into…

⚜️ THE SADBOOK COLLECTIONS VOLUME 3 HAS BEEN RELEASED!

⚜️ However, I didn’t make more bread. But I did make a maple-flavored cake that was really delicious! & some cookies that were also delicious (trying a new recipe) but were more work to make than cookies should be in my opinion. You had to leave the dough overnight in the fridge & everything

The TV showed its usual screaming montage of fairs, cooking, advertisements and war. This was before the Bazaar was destroyed, before Jason and Dee walked among the ruins. At that point the Empire had still been in negotiations with the planet-coalition, had been for years. It dragged; the Bazaar knew how to play it. ‘We’re thinking,’ ‘it’ll take some time’. The joke in those days for it’ll never happen was when the Bazaar joins the Empire; but the Empire hadn’t yet caught up to the joke. They had underestimated the Bazaar’s independence, obstinacy, its distrust of the Empire that spoke so persuasively of alliances in which the Bazaar would gain only protection from the Others, a doubtful promise at best… just to gain the Empire’s fleets, the Empire’s forces patrolling their cities and their skies.

—from Otherside

⚜️ And lastly, I made a newsletter for reading The Yellow Wall-Paper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman in your email! Eleven of her “journal” entries over three months, roughly chronologically (Gilman’s narrator only uses one precise date, but the dates can be approximated fairly well!)