Just One Thing (07 February 2026)

Feb. 7th, 2026 04:36 am
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

The Goblin Emperor

Feb. 7th, 2026 10:25 am
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 I've read this twice now, and it's very likely I'll read it again.  I also suspect it may hit five stars on the third read.
 
It's a complex book and the names and titles take a lot of getting used to - but, they do contribute to the story and its politics.
 
It's a story of a young man, brought up in virtual isolation, pitched unexpectedly into becoming Emperor when his father and all his older brothers die in an airship accident.  Landing in the middle of complex court life, competing political factions, and surrounded by strangers, he struggles to understand what is going on, and learn how he can survive.
 
It has many characters, but they are well-drawn and all have their own motivations and loyalties.

Crazy Tired

Feb. 7th, 2026 02:07 am
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Ye gods. I slept for 10 hours and still overslept and had a hard time getting up. I guess that my body needs sleep to heal. My implant doesn’t hurt much though.

Gracie doesn’t want to come inside. Sigh. Finally she did. Fed us all.

I'm having a little bit of a lull at work today, but I want to work ahead. Next week will be busy.

I’m crazy tired, so I’m going to nap over lunch. I’ll need to jump into the shower right after work before my singing lesson. Wow, did I crash.

The cats have the zoomies.

I told my singing teacher that I won't make it. I want to sleep so badly..... I asked my dad if you need extra sleep if you have a wound, and he said,”Yes, healing happens during sleep.”

Let the dogs out and am feeding the beasts. Fed us all. Now it’s nap time. Slept until 1:30 AM. Gave the critters their crunchies.

Sending one up for my Guardian Angel

Feb. 6th, 2026 11:09 pm
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I woke to zero no snow. It was due in at 2 AM. It starts instead exactly at 930 but friday is now a half day for me. I leave at noon. In those 2 1/2 hours it had snowed about 3-4 more inches. I can't see the road in town. Worse, I can't see it on the major highway but traffic is moving...until 1 1/2 miles from my place. Ahead of me I see two 18 wheelers skid, jack knife and bump into each other. I pump the brakes and naturally I'm not stopping. Worse, the 18 wheeler next to me also can't stop and he begins to jack knife. Luckily I DO stop without hitting anyone or skidding out. The 18 wheeler stops without taking me out.

No one behind me hits me. I'm like well a) glad I wasn't crammed and hopefully that stays that way b) I'm gonna be here forever c) I forgot my ereader. I call my parents to have something to do and then realize after dad says 'go grade something.' oh right I DID bring 6 folders of grading to do. that kept me busy for the next hour and 10 minutes. The truck drivers came back to be sure we were all okay. So no one was hurt. the big tow trucks come and the road is opened on one side and immediately the chucklefuck in the pick up behind me starts BLARING his horn at us. Dude, the cop is still in the road. When he says we can go we will.

I finished that vampire story about 800 words over. I might leave it that way because they said they'll read a little over and that's not that much.

I wrote something for [community profile] halfamoon Here you go

Title: Bad Girl Gone Good

Summary: Cherri finds herself doing things she never imagined herself doing like writing letters and thinking about changing her ways.

Rating: teen

Notes:Written for spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge. The words were Tangible, Imaginary, Patch, Sheet, Persuade & Breakable and halfamoon's prompt of the outlaw

at the above link or under here )

And here's my friday fannish 50 recs


14 Days of Valentine's Day Hazbin Hotel

The Hazards of Being Jack O'Neill Stargate Atlantis

Battle Of The Library Torchwood

When In Rome Stargate SG-1

Return of the Hale Pack Teen Wolf

Late Night Arrival The Owl House

Lost Love, Lost Life Torchwood

the Love Songs of the Urban Borahae Bird 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Weirder Weather Torchwood

Episode 2: Exist Ugly Dolls


Vulcans Don't Feel Guilt (Usually) Star Trek: Enterprise

Not Everyone Gets a Second Chance Inspector George Gently

talk (let's have conversations in the dark). Merlin

Wait for Back-up Prodigal Son


The heart on the right side. The Nightmare Before Christmas

Consequences 9-1-1


honesty is the best policy 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù


nightmares The Amazing Digital Circus

Ombrielle The Amazing Digital Circus

In the Know Teen Wolf

Resting MCU

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Feb. 6th, 2026 12:14 pm
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When I took the food scraps out to the compost bin yesterday in the late afternoon, I stayed out longer to shovel some more of the snow away from the front of my car since it was still full daylight and if anything, a degree or two warmer than it had been when I was shovelling in the morning. The snow immediately in front of the car was more icy than the rest because people (including me) had been walking there and had compacted the snow, but I was able to shovel out a clear enough path in front of each wheel that I should be able to get the car out if I need to. I felt quite accomplished after that.

I slept well last night and nobody woke me up before the alarm this morning, but I did wake up just after 3 am with that ear pain, and although I went back to sleep with the ear pressed into the pillow, when I woke up in the morning the pain hadn't completely gone. I lay down again for a couple of hours after breakfast but it's still lingering, but it's not nearly as bad as usual and I feel that I can function perfectly well in spite of it.

I started reading a novel about a grandmother recounting her time at Woodstock to her teenage granddaughter, and I have to keep going to YouTube to listen to the music she talks about. I of course heard about it at the time it happened, but the actual logistics of that many people being concentrated in one place with not enough basic facilities (toilets etc) for the sheer numbers didn't register with me. Now, reading this book, it all sounds just horrible. The narrator casually mentions "going to the bathroom" in the woods, and I can't help thinking what it must have been like if even a fraction of the 100,000 or 200,000 or more attendees did the same. Plus there were two hour or more queues for food and water; the attendees were outside without cover when it rained; people were passing around bad drugs. And so on.

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Huh. The ear pain disappeared completely while I was writing this post. Phew.

Sorry, Spiffikins

Feb. 6th, 2026 08:20 am
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Before she even had surgery, I should have sent her a list of my current phone games. But, certainly when she first mentioned playing games on her phone but no... it took me days and now she's nearly recovered. So I'm just posting these links here. These are the games I play on my phone every day. And, yes, I should do something useful with my time but I don't so there. Android only.


And in other news. I saw this on YouTube last night - mayo omelette and tried it this morning. One egg, 1 tablespoon of mayo whipped together. Into a ramekin or bowl - nuke for 1 minute. Turn it upside down onto a plate. It is really pretty and very light and delicious!! Better if you grease the bowl (or spray it) but I didn't and it was fine. This was really just flat out good. I also had a piece of toast. The toast took longer, start to finish, than the omelette!

Apparently we're in a bit of a truce situation here aka cat food. They both ate their full and ate a lot and no whining. Biggie's not even out here begging for a treat. I'm sure this is a one day fluke but yeah?

The sun is out but I already got my swim in so I don't care. Soon, however, it's going to be a real issue and I haven't figured out what to do about it. Damn sun.

My brother and nephew are coming in June. The centerpiece of the visit are the 3 Mariner/RedSox games. Two on Saturday and one on Sunday. Except, they have now moved the Saturday afternoon game to Friday. This is good news and bad. The U.S. v. Austrailia World cup game is also Friday in a stadium 1/2 block from the Mariner game. It starts mid-day. So, hopefully, by the time we get to the Mariner game - 6ish, there will be lots of parking recently vacated. Hopefully. It's going to be a mad house regardless but my brother is very 'don't worry, be happy, it will all work out' about the whole thing and I trust him so ok. We have tickets. And, by the time June gets here, the picture of good options will be more clear.

In my mind, wearing short sleeves t-shirts, print or solid, under buttoned down oversized shirts, is a thing I like. I have a fair number for the shirts. But, I never wear them. I've just gotten too used to knitted, stretchy fabric. I wore one of the shirts yesterday and felt like someone had me pinned down. I think all those shirts are going to be rehomed. It will give the closet some nice breathing room.

I had a bit of a conundrum over this Trump drug program. It is advertised as lower drug prices directly from the manufacturer and includes Wegovy. Before I even looked, I had a debate about what I would do if the price is lower than what I'm paying. How could I possibly put my money into one of his programs and live with myself. Turns out, nothing burger. The price on his website is exactly what I'm paying with NovoCare. So he's giving me the sleeves from his vest. And they don't fit.

I might pop over to the Dollar Store today. Maybe.
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stuff i love

[personal profile] dreamersdare is hosting a Stuff I Love – Top 10 Edition weekly challenge throughout February, with the first week being media one-shots.

I’m not going to try for a ranked top 10 for this or other weeks, because that way madness lies, but I did want to try to get to a list of 10 things I love that fit the challenge.

I pondered just a free-form list of one-shots of different mediums and genres, but eventually what coalesced is this: a list of standalone SFF fiction. One of the things I really love about SFF is the long series, the magical sagas, multi-volume explorations of worldbuilding, sometimes across real-world decades and in-universe millennia – your Tolkien Legendariums, your Earthseas, your Dragaeras, your Vokosigan Sagas. So it’s particularly notable when I enjoy a SFF standalone, which manages to pack that worldbuilding and that sensawunda into a single piece. Sometimes even quite a short one, because I included short stories, novellas, and novelettes in scope of this.

In no particular order, and selected by starting with a considerably longer list and picking things from it until I felt like I’d picked all the right ones.

top 10 )

Petrified Protective Amnesia

Feb. 6th, 2026 08:39 am
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We had a brief respite from the punishingly cold temperatures: Last few days, temps actually broke freezing. But today, the polar vortex is bearing back down again. The National Weather Service has issued a Severe Weather Alert: Dangerously cold wind chills as low as 20 to 35 below zero expected throughout the quaint & scenic Hudson Valley.

This disinclines me to leave the house 'cause what if—minute chance, but still—my car breaks down on the way to the gym? Frostbite on exposed skin in as little as 10 minutes.

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In Work in Progress news: We are up to the Debbie Reynolds death scene, which occurs during an ICU code, so I am wracking my tiny brain for status detail.

Then Grazia ends up going to the creepy New Millennium Kingdom mansion, where she spends 18 hours a day praying as the initial prep work for dismantling her personality begins.

Neal rescues her!

Big dilemma: Does Neal rescue her before or after the creepy mansion bursts into flame from a faulty electrical connection? (Decisions, decisions!)

Then Neal & Grazia have to have some sort of Meaningful Conversation on the front porch of Neal's Catskills cabin.

And magically, perspective swirls so that we are back at the very first scene of Part 1 when Grazia drives up there following Neal's memorial.

It would be great if I could tweak the closing prose too, so it mimics the chick lit cadence of that opening chapter, but I'm not sure I have the writing chops to pull that one off.

But after that, we start with Part 2: Daria.

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I have my own Bad Cult memories, though I'd have to do some serious excavating to access them since they're buried under many decades of petrified protective amnesia.

As a teenager, I had dealings with a cult called Synanon.

Synanon didn't eat me, but it ate some people I cared about back then—most notably, Michael Garrett whom I still wonder about sometimes late at night.

I'm not sure how many of those Bad Cult memories I can repurpose. They're awfully immersive, and immersion is only of questionable usefulness in a passage that's supposed to be 1,500 words or so in length max. Don't really want to distract from the essential story, which is Neal & Grazia.

Here is Michael Garrett and me in 1968:



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Against all precedent, my morning was brightened by an item on the Today programme.

Not only has a new prize been announced, which will give serious money each year to an artist to create a work somewhere in the UK that is free for the public to visit, the first award goes to Andy Goldsworthy.

Just One Thing (06 February 2026)

Feb. 6th, 2026 03:39 am
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

solar: day 2

Feb. 5th, 2026 11:25 pm
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Last year we replaced our roof, which unlocked solar panels. (We didn't want to put in panels and then have to lift them to replace the roof. And it turned out that the provider wouldn't have put panels on a roof that old anyway.) Permits and supply chains and inspections and the actual work took a while, but everything was installed and paid for before the tax year ended. It took until last week to get through the utility company's inspection so we could turn it on, and we finally got our "permission to operate" confirmation yesterday morning.

I didn't expect much in the middle of winter, especially on a cloudy day like today, but yesterday when it was sunny we returned more power to the grid than we drew, and today we're doing ok now but it looks like we'll be pulling from the grid overnight. (The battery is getting close to its "do not drop below" point, that being a buffer in case of actual outages.) I have never been so involved in power usage...

The battery has been on since it was installed; we didn't have a power outage during that time, but I assume it would have kicked in if so. 'Tis the season, so I was taken by surprise the first time I got a notification on my phone from my battery saying "National Weather Service says there's a storm coming so I'm charging up to 100%", because of course it does that. This is a whole new world for me. :-)

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When I came home today the ambulance is over all the parking places (I'm now on the ice floe wondering if I'm going to work tomorrow after all). No one was about, no doors open so I don't know who they were here for but we have a lot of 70+ people here. I hope they'll be okay.

My nursing students gave me hope today. They did really well on the micro test for the most part. Out of 37 less than 5 failed. I'm happy with that.

Nearly finished my vampire story.

Speaking of vampires, let me do Tuesday's fannish 50 tonight. I found, by accident, a station showing Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I wanted to talk about her for [community profile] halfamoon which I just don't have time to write for, not with my deadlines. Sigh. I WILL do at least one more but I'm on the struggle bus.

But it occurred to me watching now almost 30 years later (OMFG HOW) that it really hits different than it did then. I always maintained that Joss Whedon wasn't the champion of women he pretended to be back then but I wasn't believed much. I've said this before. I just watched the last few episodes of S3 and the beginning of S4. I know that Xander was meant to be Whedon's avatar which is weird. He's rather incel coded for one but that aside, Xander was never a stand up guy to me. I was also struck about how many age-difference couples there were. I can almost look past Angel (and Spike) as immortals but while the age gap between Wes and Cordy wasn't ridiculous, we don't take too kindly to a mid 20s man trying to date a 17 year old (oh 18 years old, how many times have we heard them screaming that on this show, with her, with COnnor, etc) even in the prom a lot of the dates looked way older than the random girls. Sure that could be bad casting.

Then I remember we now know that they had to protect Michelle Trachenberg from being in the same room with Whedon. Amber Heard told me herself about the pressures put on her.

So do you have any older fandoms that feel different now?

While we're talking about shows, I'm trying to get into a new one, Inspector George Gently. Okay it's not new but new to me. It's interesting but I have never hated a character more than I do in this, at least not in a long time. If I thought Troy was bad in Midsomer Murders, he's a Woke snowflake in comparison to the sergeant in this, Bacchus is frigging awful. Yeah it's set in the mid 60s. I don't expect him to be LGBT friendly. But he's misogynistic, xenophobic and worse, a bully. He uses his job to bully people he doesn't like the Gently has called him out more than once. I'm like either give this man a redemption arc, kick him to the curb or maybe I just need to give up.
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Hi everyone! Still here, still super busy, but I saw an item in the news today that I had to jump on and share with you: The most humorous (potential) Olympic doping scandal ever!

The event: Ski jumping.

The rule: In order to prevent ski jumpers from going full flying squirrel with their suits, they undergo a 3D body scan, which determines the dimensions (and hence the surface area) of their suit.

The allegation: It has been alleged that some ski jumpers are having their penises injected with hyaluronic acid to make them bigger and thus net them extra cloth in the crotch of their suits. It's not a lot, but given the tight margins of victory in some Olympic competitions, it could make a difference.

The ruling: WADA (the World Anti-Doping Agency) has said they have no definitive evidence that this has ever been done, and in fact they aren't even sure that this would fall under the definition of doping, but they do say they'll be looking into it.

Meanwhile, I'll be over here laughing.

Implant Day

Feb. 5th, 2026 07:53 pm
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A while back, I bought some Milkbones for “medium“ dogs. Well, their idea of medium is not mine; they’re tiny. Bella loves them. The box is open, but she doesn’t try to eat them all at once, so I let her get one when she feels like it. She always gets one right before we go to bed, and comes trotting in with it in her mouth. She’s almost done with the box, and I’ll get her some larger ones.

Overslept until 8 AM. I must have needed the sleep. Let the dogs out, fed us all, etc.

I’m thinking that it’s funny that Lily is the smallest cat that I’ve had, and Oliver is one of the biggest.

Why is “Puff, the Magic Dragon” playing in my head?

Showered, makeupped, ready to go. I have a few minutes before I get an Uber. At the dentist now.

Back home. The implant wasn’t too bad, but it’ll probably hurt after the numbness wears off. I took some preemptive acetaminophen, but they recommend ibuprofen, so I’ll have to have some delivered. I think that I’ll nap soon. Napped for a couple of hours.

The dogs keep sniffing my face. I think that they smell the blood from my dental surgery.

I’m feeling shaky. I’m making some macaroni and cheese. Had a good late lunch. Now I’ll order my meds to be delivered and also some yogurt because of the antibiotics. I forgot ibuprofen so I submitted another order, sigh. They’re shipping my meds although I wanted same-day delivery. Oh well. It’ll get here tomorrow. Got my ibuprofen and took some.

I’m reading the PCT book with Oliver curled up in my lap. Cozy. I bought two headlamps because they would be good to have if the power goes out.

Lousy day on the stock market. Oh well.

Let the dogs out. Can’t stop yawning. I need to make it an early night.

I did get my meds today. I’ll take the antibiotic before I go to sleep.

I really would like to see Crater Lake sometime. The closest airport is Redmond. I’d want to rent a car, although there is a bus there. The airfare isn’t too expensive.

Finished my book. I ordered her next book, but it won’t be published until March.

Fed us all. I ate more macaroni because it’s soft. Now I’m seriously thinking about going to bed. I did start another Pacific Crest Trail book. The guy worked in Silicon Valley, and oh, could I relate. I haven’t reached the point where he chucks it for the trail yet.

Ugh. Possible ice tonight. Good thing I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow.

Cool. I found a pair of clean pajamas. They're ugly but very warm.

Conversations with my father

Feb. 6th, 2026 01:16 am
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[phone rings in my hotel room]
Me: “Hello?”
Concierge, sounding very uncertain and slightly bemused: “Um, hello, is that Nanila, who just checked in with us today?”
Me: “Yes, that’s correct.”
Concierge: “Um…I have a gentleman on the line who would like to speak to you. I…I think he’s your father? I’m so sorry, I’m really not sure.”
Me, chuckling: “That sounds like him. Did he say his name was [Firstname Lastname]?”
Concierge: “I couldn’t understand him when he said his name. I think it’s my phone line.”
Me, drily: “Please don’t be sorry. That will be one of two things: his accent, or he hasn’t got his teeth in.”
Concierge, now relaxing a bit and giggling: “Would you like me to put him through?”
Me: “Please do, thank you.”

*pause*

Me: “Hi Dad, how are you doing?”
Dad: “I tried to call you but I kept getting the prison! Where are you? Are you in XX hotel?!”
Me, patiently: “Yes, Dad, I’m in the hotel.”
Dad: “What room are you in? I need to write it down. Are you sure? Are you okay?”
Me: “Dad. I’m in Room NN. I am fine. And if this is the prison then it’s had a tremendous facilities upgrade.”
Dad: “Oh, okay. Was the traffic awful? Are you very tired? When do you want to meet for dinner? Should we go to the sushi place? Do you remember the sushi place? I need to put my teeth in!”
Me: “Yes, yes, whenever you want to eat, yes, yes, and yes, you do.”

For anyone who has met me in person and has thought to themselves, “This woman has no idea how to hold a conversation like a normal human being,” this is 100% where I got it from. Thanks, Dad.

Two Purrcies; This week in books

Feb. 5th, 2026 07:14 pm
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Sometimes as I head to the bathroom for my bedtime rituals Purrcy comes racing to the windowsill outside the door for Wild! Shenanigans! Who can spot such a creature?!?

Purrcy the tuxedo tabby is crouched on a wide windowsill, peering around the edge with a single wide eye showing, tail waving wildly. He is truly a ferocious predator!

Comfort and self-care are SO important In These Trying Times, says Purrcy. Don't you agree? You, too, can combine sprawling with personal hygiene, if you're a cat!

Purrcy the tuxedo tabby lies splat on his back on the bed, furry tummy up, stretching out one arm and cleaning it with his large pink tongue in a way that is both efficient and very relaxed


This week in books (up through yesterday, because I completely blanked on that's what Wednesday is for).

#21 There Is No Antimemetics Division, by qntm
It's very mind-bendingly creepy, but it fundamentally doesn't work for me because there's an underlying premise that the only minds on Earth are human. I spend too much time reading science where we deduce the existence of things we can't see to be convinced that there could be things that would be that good at messing with human minds without leaving 2nd or 3rd-order effects on the physical world.

#22 Automatic Noodle, by Annalee Newitz
An extremely cheerful post-this-apoc story about robots & humans clawing their way out of war and societal collapse to make good-tasting food, dammit. A love note to San Francisco. I described the vibe as "you're wet now, but you're going to get dried off and have some delicious noodles to warm up while you hang with your friends".

#23 The Poet Empress, by Shen Tao
Such a relief to read a book based on Chinese imperial harem/court politics that reflects the power-driven, unromantic historical reality. Also a relief to read a book about *any* royal-level struggle where the protagonist understands how much and how little royalty are truly important.

#24 Asunder, by Kerstin Hall
The cover represents this book *extremely* poorly: it implies the subject is a contemporary young woman (judging by haircut & clothing), which is 100% not the case, and the grasping/entangling hands are very hard to see.

The actual setting is extremely interesting & deserved to be conveyed by the cover: it's a fantasy landscape inspired by South Africa, which took me a while to pick up. Just like our South Africa, the world has a complex, layered history -- in this case of magic, invasion, gods and their deaths, and of how most people are just trying to make their lives among the machinations of the powerful. The *feel* of the history as well as the landscape isn't the usual pseudo-Euroasian, but I don't get the feeling that it maps to the history of southern Africa in any direct way. But it's definitely *different*, which is good.

Karys Eska is bound twice, once to the terrifying eldritch entity Sabaster who gives her the power of a deathspeaker by which she earns her living, and now to the spirit of Ferrian, a wealthy young man who promises he can pay her all the money she needs if she can carry him to safety--inside her head. Her journey to try to release herself from these two bindings is vivid and increasingly complex. The ending is not completely satisfying, and I see that's because she's writing a direct sequel.
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Wanted y’all to hear it from me: CROWNWORLD (book 3 of the Moonstorm trilogy) is canceled. I will not be completing the book (the trilogy). I’m very sorry to readers who were hoping for the conclusion.

This was a mutually agreed, amicable decision between the primary/US publisher (Delacorte), the UK publisher (Rebellion Publishing - Solaris Books), and myself.

Between sales and publishing realities (MOONSTORM sold poorly and its prospects are unlikely to improve for political reasons you can guess), this was a rare situation where this benefits both publishers and myself. I could not announce the cancellation earlier for legal/contract reasons, and can't "simply" release the partial draft of CROWNWORLD for same.

I didn’t plan on MOONSTORM being a market failure. But novel-writing is a career with baked-in instability and career risk. I knew that going in.

Abbreviated version of what happened on my end:
I have 66,000 words of a near-finished draft that I don’t plan on resuming. The breaking point was when I had a concussion in March 2025.

You might ask why I don’t “just” yeet the last 10,000 words to have a book for release to readers even if the print publishers are no longer interested in publishing it. After illness and family crises, I’m exhausted. More than one person close to me nearly died; I set writing aside for months to do caretaking. I have peripheral neuropathy (among other things); my hands and feet might recover, or they might get worse and curtail my ability to do the things that bring me joy.

Both my publishers extended incredible grace and kindness to me during this period. This is not on them. The trilogy existence failure is on me.

I’m moving on. I’ve spent the past several years writing ~three books every two years (or 1.5 books per year - releases won't line up because of production/publishing variables). This probably sounds slow/leisurely but was not sustainable with my health as unstable as it is. There would have been a breaking point down the line even if it hadn’t happened with this specific book. I'm going to spend some time on endeavors just for the joy of it.

I hope y’all have many books you’re looking forward to reading, by other writers.

Note: I’m not in financial distress at present. Please don’t worry on that account.

Best,
YHL

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Feb. 5th, 2026 02:43 pm
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My exciting day: I shovelled more snow from in front of my car, a strip perhaps slightly bigger than the strip I shovelled yesterday. At least it got me outside; I didn't feel like walking but I had used the rebounder for an hour so I was well exercised. I think I'm getting addicted to rebounding.

I need to start going to bed earlier so I can get up earlier, because there are many mornings when I'm woken up around 4:30 am or even earlier by my son in law moving around in the kitchen. I originally started getting up at 5 (instead of my previously normal 5:30 am) because whenever I stayed here I was woken around 5 by the son in law; now he seems to be up and about even earlier than he used to be.
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My heart breaks for Sarah, a country girl in her mid-20s, single mother of a two-year-old she cannot control, whose sole joy in life is that jumbo-sized styrofoam container of microwaved Tater Tots drenched with ketchup that she buys at the Arco Quik-Serve every morning.

But she should not be doing tax returns.

I was horrified watching her do one over the weekend. Her stained pink top was riding up, and her sweat pants were sagging so you could see the crack of her ass as she sat there playing Maybe This Will Work at the computer.

The client was too busy trying to push through a questionable Head of Household filing status through to notice, and anyway, he had his own problems with tater tots or maybe with Pabst Blue Ribbon six-packs. His red-rimmed eyes were set in a head that was probably normal-sized but perched atop his vast bulk made him look microcephalic.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know—it's Politically Incorrect to comment on people's weight. But I see what I see. And those jumbo-sized styrofoam containers of microwaved Tater Tots drenched with ketchup are a problem.

Anyway. I had been intimidated by the [hideous, soulless corporation's] tax preparation software, but after watching Sarah, I thought, There are no standards here, and thus I completed my first two returns as a tax professional yesterday.

One of my first two clients was Married Filing Separately. Back when I was an altruistic TaxBwana, I would have begged him to use a different filing status because MFS is absolutely the worst. It's totally worth it to make nice with that spouse you hate and want to divorce just so you can file jointly.

But now that I'm a predatory tax preparer circling the rubes so I can push product on them, I no longer offer advice. I just smile and input the boxes.

I cannot believe what people are willing to pay for this service. $170 per form! For a task that would literally take them 20 minutes in a library to do on their own. It isn't hard! I mean, we're not talking about complicated tax situations here; we're talking a single W2.

Survival is a rough, rough game. I'm just grateful I don't like tater tots.
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This is a weird transitionary book between the Anne series and the Rainbow Valley and Rilla of Ingleside featuring Anne's kids, but was written later (1939), which may account for the awkwardness. The author can't really decide if this book is about Anne or her kids, and so ends up as a jumble of both, with even less plot than other books.

Instead of an overarching plot or theme that takes place around other unrelated episodes, this book is just a string of episodes, one after another. Most episodes follow the same formula: featured character learns something that isn't true, which escalates in mostly comic ways, only to be disillusioned in the climax. The only characters that aren't featured are Gilbert, who is perfect, and Shirley, because he has no distinguishing characteristics and I'm not sure Montgomery always remembers he exists.

The opening chapters are Anne visiting Green Gulch and reminiscing about her childhood with Diana as they return to the familiar landscapes, which plays on all the nostalgia, and then it's back to Ingleside for family shenanigans for the rest of the book. Anne has a lot of female friends over, but the only other woman we see on a regular basis and whose personality comes through the best is live-in housekeeper Susan. Otherwise, she's entirely subsumed by family without much outside it.

As usual, Gilbert is mostly absent; the one time he appears in any real capacity is the final segment, in which Anne worries that their relationship has lost its spark because he never pays any attention to her, and is jealous of his old flame Christine when they meet again. It all works out, of course, and turns out to be a misunderstanding, but it's kind of shame that the author isn't interested in interrogating all those questions she raises in favor of a quick fix (and Gilbert once again being the perfect husband). Also, Anne and Christine both disparage each other re: having kids vs. not having kids (one openly, one mentally), and I'm just like "please, can we not".

But I feel like this scene exists because Montgomery is acutely AWARE of the tensions between being a successful author/woman of the world and being a mother, and has to lay down firmly on the side of motherhood, both because of societal expectations and as justification/validation of her own choices (she did have a career, but she sacrificed a lot for family, too). Anne is supposedly a writer, but constantly disparages her work as family/domestic stuff rather than "serious" literature, and the few times we do see her work published, it is comically marred by unexpected edits from other people that change the meaning entirely.

Also Anne and Gilbert have SIX KIDS (seven if we include the stillbirth) and I know they love each other and would probably want to have a big family anyway even if birth control was available but... there are a lot of big families in the story and babies are constantly being born, but you'd think that Gilbert as a doctor would be aware of how dangerous pregnancy is and perhaps think twice about this since he cares for her??? IDK, I just think that would be an interesting conversation to have, and it never comes up; it's just assumed.

In some ways, this was the natural end point of the series, with the lonely orphan growing up to have a big and loving family, and on the other hand, I think Christine has a point when she reminds Anne that she had all these ambitions in college and could have made it in the larger world... Anne was always going to sacrifice career/self for family (cf. the ending of the first book where she stays with Marilla instead of going to college) partially because of her character and partially because of the author and society's expectations for women, but at the same time, it's hard not to feel wistful for what "could have been" if she'd stayed true to those ambitions. And there isn't a good way to "have them both," although Anne ends up coming reasonably close in that she does still write somewhat, and also gets to have the family/community/happy marriage, too. This is the best case scenario that Montgomery can envision.

The moral of the series appears to be "It's good to have dreams and imagination, but they have to be tempered and adjusted so that they don't cause problems (and sometimes circumstances demand it)" - Anne says something very similar to one of her children at one point - trying to have both in a world that makes it really hard to live your dreams. On the one hand, it's pretty good advice, as having an imagination can cause problems (cf. the Haunted Wood incident) but on the other hand, there's something so sad about having to let go of the romanticism for realism. What keeps Anne "young" is that she never truly lets go of hers and is able to enjoy it and pass it onto her kids even while being a responsible adult herself.

But it's also not surprising that Montgomery moves onto the next generation, who doesn't have to deal with even that much.

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