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  1. RE: eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/11757913

    #ScribesAndMakers 2026.11.09 1/2 — -Share a snippet or image of what you've been working on this week .

    I worked on two things this week. One would be spoilers for two novels.† The other was revising the WIP. There is tremendous detail in this two-toot thread. I think you'll find persevering well worth the trouble! Excoriate me, please, if you disagree.

    Rarely have I captured a before and after text of the work that goes into revising a passage. The revision on these three paragraphs took 2½ hours. Since it's what I worked on this week, I am going to walk you through my process and rationale.

    The AFTER version was originally posted Nov 9th to #WordWeavers, and I've quoted the toot. The screen capture (in the second toot) is of a difference document (diff) showing strikeouts and inserts. The BEFORE version is a first draft. Annotations discussing the work I did follow the AFTER version. If you like analyzing, you might want to compare the passages side by side.

    ABOUT the Passage

    It's best to not to read modern Abrahamic mythology into the words used to describe the people (all human). Take it as that so-and-so has wings and a different culture than the other person who has horns and no wings. Bolt, a day angel, is narrating. Imagine her watching surreptitiously off to the side at a rooftop food court in modern East Los Angeles, in sight of distant skyscrapers.

    BEFORE Revisions

    I watched the daemon breakfasting on fried kippers piled on a heap of glistening translucent white onions, about as lowbrow, commonplace, and low priced and comforting a breakfast as one could imagine a working angel buying, together a bottle of fizzy that by it's golden color was likely caramel vanilla, which brought back more lost memories of my upper school cafeteria. No other daemons or saints ate up here today, understandable because most non-day angels were vegetarian. Both saints and daemons worked the grills behind the angelic chefs, the daemons providing the fire or coals to cook with.

    A pescatarian daemon? That had to be a fascinating story. She took her time, the small weathered book floating as she ate. The hardbound couldn't be light reading. When she started swaying happily side to side as she ate, I found my hand in my camera kit satchel.

    I so wanted to take that photo of that unselfconsciously happy daemon eating fish, reading a levitated book, dancing in her seat. Perfect. I took deep breaths. I looked away. Dark had descended fully by the time she finished. She had lit a dozen yellowish sprites, two nestled on her horns on either side of her head, and stuck to the tassels hanging from the edge of the chef's tent who made what she said were "best fish crisps" she'd had in ages when she return the licked plate. She even imitated day angel wing-shrug gestures made when thanking another with her shoulders, patting her belly the proper three times. The patrons didn't know what to make of it, but the chef happily gave her a sideways wing hug, showing her a schedule of the buildings she setup on over the next week, inviting her back.

    Maybe the daemon's mother had been a day angel?

    CONTINUED…

    #AltText: Sorry. Underline and strikeout markdown is very time consuming. Please read the BEFORE and AFTER text. The annotations will help you get the gist.

    #PennedPossibilities and #WritersCoffeeClub: I know revision questions have been asked in prior prompts to these hashtags; I hope my revision process might interest you folk. Forgive me for I have sinned… 😇

    =-=-=-=
    † I also wrote a merged plot line spreadsheet that shows what events happen in the original novel that also show up in the current WIP, which is a different story taking place in-parallel, but is narrated in the POV on a supporting character in the original novel (Bolt). The original novel is in the POV of the devil-girl, the SC in this passage.

    [Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

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  2. 📚 It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Murder by: Ally Carter

    Ella Chambers didn’t kill Liam Montgomery.
    If she had, she certainly wouldn’t have done it outside his family’s mansion during the Christmas party of the year. She definitely wouldn’t have loaded his body into the trunk of her car...

    bookblabla.com/book/its-beginn

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  3. #PennedPossibilities 1179: MC POV: Tell us about a time things didn’t go as planned or expected…

    [Bolt:] Wait? Huh? You mean sometimes things can go as planned or expected? News to me. Not gonna tell you my life story. That would take a novel.

    [Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

    #BoostingIsSharing

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    #cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
    #writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
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  4. PREROLLED IS OUT!!
    You can go play our silly dice deckbuilder NOW 🥳!!

    Steam: store.steampowered.com/app/447
    itch: red-sauce.itch.io/prerolled

    I'm so happy and excited!!
    Thank you!!

    #Godot #GameDev #Indie #Cozy

  5. ✨ A Little (About) Joy ✨

    I'm all about COZY, and have an extensive collection of onesies and robes to lounge in! I love translating that warm and fuzzy feeling in my artwork!

    What's your favorite way to get cozy?

    #intro #artist #onesie #AAPI #cozy #hygge

  6. On today's #Devlog of my #cozy #Godot game, the second level of the game start to be created and now the development is (almost) completely focused on creating new content.

    With months of reworks and optimizations behind, it's great to look back and see how much my knowledge of the engine and #gamedev improved, this experience is being different to all my previous projects and jobs.

    https://lily_linck.codeberg.page/Hidden-Waifus/_Devlog/2026_11/a_new_level.html

  7. #WordWeavers 2026.11.07 — Share a description of a character from your WIP that doesn't mention their physical appearance.

    This #excerpt from Reluctant Courier (for the Mob) is a bit long, but the devil-girl is a character, personality-wise, and the requested type of description requires words. However, it's best to not to read modern Abrahamic mythology into the words used to describe people (until you read the novel), and to take it as that so-and-so has wings and a different culture than the other person who has horns and no wings. Some of the dynamics of how the world functions surfaces in what, Bolt, my day angel narrator and protagonist, observes and what she comments upon. Imagine this taking place in modern East Los Angeles in sight of the distant skyscrapers.

    I watched the devil-girl sitting, grill smoke drifting by in the garlic-scented breeze, as she shoveled in spoonful after spoonful of fried kippers from the plate of glistening browned onions. It was about as lowbrow, commonplace, and inexpensive a meal as one could imagine a working-woman day angel buying. Add to that her sweating brown bottle of fizzy, definitely the requisite caramel vanilla needed to accompany such a meal. Typical feather comfort food. It dredged up lost salty greasy crunchy memories of my school cafeteria back in upper school. No other daemons visited the rooftop food court today; daemons and saints were usually vegetarian anyway, and climbing ten flights of stairs without wings wasn't conducive to experimentation. Little wonder the devil-girl looked fit.

    A pescatarian daemon, though? That had to be a fascinating story. She took her time finishing, her weathered tea-stained book floating before her as she ate. The hardbound wasn't light reading in any sense of the word. When she started swaying like a child, side to side as she ate, I found my hand in my camera satchel.

    I so wanted a photo of that unselfconscious daemon eating fish, eating hungrily, eating blissfully—lips shiny with oil as she read her levitated well-loved book—dancing there in her seat. Perfect!

    But taking photos of Boss Mead’s prospective employee? Bad idea.

    I took a deep breath.

    I looked away.

    Darkness had descended by the time she finished, by which time a dozen yellowish sprites orbited around her like fireflies. She had worked the everyday miracles nonchalantly to eat by. (Similar sprites sold for good coin.) Two sprites now nestled on the horns to either side of her head; the remainder stuck themselves one after another to the tasseled edge of a restaurant tent as she walked up greeting the chef, describing the meal as the "best fish crisps" she'd eaten since returning from the eastern seaboard. She handed over her licked-clean wooden plate, even passably imitated angelic wing-shrugs as she thanked the woman.

    The devil-girl almost certainly had lived amongst feather-folk.

    Other patrons, judging by surprised flutters, didn't know what to make of the scene as the feather and the horn conversed animatedly, sometimes laughing. The widely grinning chef happily gave her a sideways wing hug at the end, listing the rooftops upon which she'd erect her pop-up eatery over the next weeks, insisting the devil-girl visit again soon.

    Maybe the daemon's mother was a day angel?

    [Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

    #BoostingIsSharing

    #gender #fiction #writer #author
    #Cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
    #writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
    #RSdiscussion
    #RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
    #microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

  8. #PennedPossibilities 1177: Do any of your characters suffer from depression and / or anxiety? CW: Talk of depression.

    Hello! I'm Bolt. I am a day angel, and I suffer from depression…

    As her author, dredging from my personal experience of depression, which isn't organic depression but rather psychological depression, is that Bolt feels she's lost the ability to control her life…yet harbors the illusion (delusion?) that she ever had that ability. She has become increasingly apathetic to the point that intellectually she no longer cares whether she lives or dies. In the moment, survival instinct still kicks in; friends witnessing her stunts flying recklessly in the city might disagree, however. She has concluded her inability to care is the reason why she has holes in her memory (spoilers to clarify)—and, no she doesn't drink until she blacks out. Her one joy in life, flying crazy fast and flying crazy stunts, is what keeps her going; she has to workout and train hard. Her street photography—and the plastering of every wall and the ceiling on her home with candid intimate photos ofpeople living normal lives—is what is keeps her in touch with reality.

    It is the friends she is involuntarily and inadvertently making by having her photography "discovered" that are transforming her life.

    [Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]

    #BoostingIsSharing

    #gender #fiction #writer #author
    #cozy #mystery #sf #sff #sciencefiction
    #writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
    #RSdiscussion
    #RSstory #RSReluctanceStory

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