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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 05/11/2025

MC Lesin and her magician friend Nivie have magically traveled to a location where they unexpectedly discover the external cost of Nivie's earlier magical experimentation. **Content warning** for accidental animal cruelty. #WIPSnips

Moments later her horse reared at the screams of some animal thrashing in the thick evergreen forest surrounding them. Nivie’s did the same and they both spent long moments calming their horses enough to investigate the horrifying sound.
Bolting into the woods they found a wolf, alone, screaming in such agony the sound could not be recognized as a wolf, nor even as a howl. It was just a scream, recognizable by any creature who could feel pain. Front paws digging tracks in the forest floor, she dragged the lower half of her body down the trail, rear legs and pelvis smashed as if struck by a large object. Like a falling rock.
She gasped, her eyes welling, and saw on Nivie’s face the same horror.
They raced to her side. Lesin was concerned that she’d bite in pain and terror, but she made no such moves, perhaps aware they were trying to help.
A slow blink from Nivie and the wolf’s body relaxed, her cries receding to a whimper.
“I have mostly dulled the pain, and made her feel safe and loved. Please support her head and stroke her muzzle while I form the deed.”

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 04/11/2025

MC Lesin having another moment of 'I'm about done putting up with this state of affairs.' #WIPSnips

The Donazk Watchmen kept the peace and enforced the law in Donazk. They were not attached to nor commanded by the Donazk Garrison, and not even within the same chain of the command.

In theory they reported to the Governor. In reality they reported to their commandant, who treated the Governor as more of a peer with whom he often disagreed than he did as a senior authority.

No one, not miscreant nor model citizen, attracted their notice willingly. No one tried harder than Syng’Ult and Figari to avoid them, and as an ‘armed’ Syng’Ult she’d try even harder. But she would not lay down her staff for these oppressors again.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 18/10/2025

MC Lesin and magic user Nivie are in disguise while checking on some friends who are imprisoned against their will. She's surprised to nearly walk right into a good friend, and takes the opportunity to arrange further support. #WIPSnips

He smoothly dodged around them both with barely a glance. “Pardon me, my thoughts were elsewhere,” he said with a smile and a brief wave. He continued along his way without pause.
She recovered from her panic. “Jandal!” she stage-whispered. Those months sparring with him were about to pay off.
He turned in surprise. Before he could open his mouth she flashed a hand signal she knew would get his attention. He responded immediately, confusion on his face.
They had to be quick.
Her fingers and wrists flicking rapidly, Lesin gestured, “Urgent. Academy friend. Safe. Meet folly. Go wait. Coin good. End.”
She waited only for his first sign—one of acknowledgement—before turning and continuing on. They could not be seen together.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 14/10/2025

MC Lesin grapples with unkind feelings for those around her. #WIPSnips

She dropped Nivie’s hands and glanced all around, crouching just slightly. Her heart raced and her body called for action as she fought the fear and anger welling up within her.

She hated these feelings in herself, but not more than she hated what had been done to her people. She felt only disdain and fury for those who had created the pastures in which these unkind thoughts grew. The Emperor. The Operants. Sure, them. They had her hatred.

But so, too did all the millions over all the years who had not even slightly resisted the oppression, nor erasure of the Syng culture and people, because it threatened their own personal safety, or because of bigotry, or because of indifference. All of those held a place in her heart. All of them fed the coals of slowly growing resentment and raw, fresh anger about what had been done to her people.

Their recent victories were nothing short of astounding. They’d relearned the secrets of Egrian. They’d regained some of their land, She’d met a dragon! They’d been shown how to Travel by that very dragon!
These steps were important, necessary even, but ultimately precursors only.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 13/10/2025

I didn't know it was clean-and-lube-the-FC660-day when I got out of bed, but here we are...

A Leopold FC660C keyboard broken down to component parts, and misc related supplies.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 20/09/2025

This was on all the time on one of the movie channels in my tween years. It's got romance, humor, self-sacrifice, and uncanny-valley makeup. 0% lol >Post a movie you like with a terrible rotten tomatoes score

While at the repair factory, Val (Andy Kaufman), a robot valet, meets Aqua (Bernadette Peters), a fellow automaton who functions as a party hostess. Remarkably, the two robots discover that they are in love, and impulsively flee from their duties. Looking for a place where they can establish a home, Val and Aqua create their own mechanized child, but their happiness is short-lived, since a relentless enforcer robot has been programmed to apprehend them.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 25/08/2025

No new pictures, where are you mentally?

Photo of Anne Frank with this caption:

"The people who hid Anne Frank were breaking the law.

The people who killed her were following it."

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 20/08/2025

If you see this post a robot: 🤖 (this one's a twofer)

This is Twiki from the 1984 Buck Rogers TV show.

Around his neck is Dr. Theopolis.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 02/08/2025

@frame.work Thank you for your great customer service! Trashed 2 older laptops in <1 year over damage that should have been repairable, so got a framework. Supply issues with first framework ordered, but one email to customer service and they overnighted revised build. A++ would buy again. 🙂

My 2 weeks-old framework 13 DIY edition, spec'd to my preferences, which took barely ten minutes to DIY, sitting in its usual place, surrounded by my Chopper, my Linus mug, and my favorite keyboard. (Though the keyboard on the Framework is also quite nice, I'm just very particular about my keyboard, and the one shown is the only one I willingly use most of the time.)

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 07/07/2025

#WIPSnips 'stripe' Lesin and Nivie confirm her peoples' advance settlement is where it should be. But their elation is short lived. #amwritingfantasy

$All in all—it looked like its namesake, at an impossible scale. A massive wound marring the landscape, with a god-sized instrument of harm close at hand. Nivie regained control of her focus moments ahead of Lesin, and continued to survey their surroundings. A moment later she gasped again. “Look, are those from your people?” She followed Nivie’s pointing finger, and her eye picked out the distinctive log-homes of the People. Relief flooded her. Only a few in this temporary camp, but it was like they looked down on a tiny fraction of the town they’d left just that morning. The nearest rooftop was not even very far. She could make out the individual windows. Then she saw the roof. Three parallel lines were roughly marked in wide stripes by some kind of pigment. One long, one short, one long. Her stomach clenched. There again on the next roof over. Three long strips of some green cloth. One long, one short, one long. To any of the People it meant “enemy ahead.”$

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 03/07/2025

MC Lesin and her companion, Practitioner Nivie Fin, have recently made the acquaintance of a dragon, the first that has shown itself in their world in centuries.

In perfect Continental the dragon said, “Nivie Fin, I mean you no harm.”

Nivie came to stand near Lesin.

“Greetings Practitioner.”

“Greetings, uh, Dragon?”

“You may call me Ferrik.”

“You know my name?”

Waves of deep sound washed over them while the dragon spoke at length. It spoke slowly, as if the indescribably low tones needed extra time to clear its fanged and fearsome mouth. “I am capable of knowing most things, eventually. At the moment I don’t know everything, but I do know many things. Yes, I know who you are.”

Lesin’s stomach was grateful for the reprieve when it paused.

“Did you kill those soldiers?”

“Yes, Practitioner, I did.”

“Why?”

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 30/06/2025

#WIPSnips 'truth' Apologies for the length for a 'snip', but at this pivotal moment MC Lesin is listening to one of the leaders of her sect communicate to her people why they must now act decisively. #amwritingfantasy #whoopsdeleteandrepost 😁

“We’ve spent generations as near-outcasts from not only the Empire, but from all that rose afterward, even when cooler heads prevailed at the former Imperial nations.

“In five hundred years, there weren’t cool enough heads at any of them to formally rebuke the limitations on Syng’Ult education and enroll us in their schools.

“In five hundred years, there weren’t cool enough heads at any of them to allow us to raise and train an army for our own defense.

“In five hundred years, there weren’t weren’t cool enough heads at any of them to allow us to take possession of a chunk of our own ancestral lands without the Operants rising out of the brush to kill us.”

Lesin saw the truth of those statements appreciated on many a face. She didn’t see skepticism or cynicism anywhere. Impatience on a couple, but careful attention was on most. They were listening.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 29/06/2025

I have nothing for today's word, but it's still the 28th somewhere, right??!! 😁 Lesin is returning home a few weeks after the events of the previous novel. She's been away more than a year in total. Profound changes have been wrought in that time, many just within the past few weeks.

Eyes wide, Ralo and Lohd looked first at each other, then back to her.

“This will be exciting, indeed.” said Lohd.

She’d missed his quiet ways and penchant for understatement, just as she’d missed Ralo’s ever-present smile and ready humor. They made a great pair.

Here, on this unfamiliar forest trail, it took only the two of them plus the whistle of the Ligalic Sparrow to bring her home. Somewhere within her, she felt something uncoil that hadn’t uncoiled since she left the sect to become a consort.

Perceptive as always, Nivie was gentle in her intrusion. “Sweetlings, are we close enough to join Nolap, and Lesin’s parents, this evening?”

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 29/06/2025

It's not, it's Breakin'! 🙂 But also dammit, I thought I had this box checked so I always remembered Alt text. Clearly I did not. 😬

A snippet of my settings showing that somehow the require alt text box is not checked. 😬

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 28/06/2025

#WIPSnips 'side' MC Lesin is in the early stages of realizing she's done letting the world define her. #amwritingfantasy

A few steps later, a young boy hoped no one noticed as he edged closer to a display of sweet baked goods. He caught her eye and they shared a smile.

Most of these people were wrapped in their own struggles, too destitute in their own ways to spare a moment of ill will for her, or her kind.

It was hard to remember this when surrounded by reminders of how mistreatment of her people was the default, accepted behavior by so many.

They turned down a side street to continue their journey to see the Head, and the crowd thinned substantially. It helped her mood and she tried to put an end to her unpleasant musings.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 26/06/2025

For today's #WiPSnips, protagonist Lesin is about to enter a secure area, and has just been musing to herself how surprisingly pleasant and memorable it was during her prior visit. (sorry if this is a little long for a wipsnip)

She even remembered the guard who challenged them to check their weapons before entering. Months ago now, the guard had been one of the few people they interacted with in Donazk who looked her in the eye.

The well-muscled woman wore what was likely the same well-used looking chainmail and gambeson, with two daggers and a sword handle visible, plus a buckler stowed on her back. All of it had the patina of long use.

“Good Morning, sweetling!” said Nivie as they presented their medallions. “We are engaged in an active investigation.”
As last time, she wrote the information from their medallions in her logbook, then dismissed them without taking Lesin’s staff. She and Lesin shared a nod, and they moved on.

She smiled as she wondered what weapons would have appeared from within Nivie’s many layers if they had surrendered their weapons. She was certain Nivie carried the means to physically defend herself, but she’d not once seen what it was.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 21/06/2025

This post brought to you by *just enough* sleep that I can't get back to it. (also, third time's the charm! 🤞) #WIPSnips - 'defend' Gyl Ikfal, protagonist from Novel #1, is being watched by Lesin, protagonist from Novel #2, as he endures a farcical inquisition. He's a personal hero of hers.

The chairman looked less neutral now, and unhappy to have been challenged.

“When a practitioner is dead by your hand, and you admit to numerous acts of defensive rage during the course of the events surrounding his death, your prior pacifistic behavior carries somewhat less weight, Practitioner!”

Now there were loud murmurs. From somewhere in the hall she heard, “Syngy horseshit!” Jandal was still here after all. She thought the Jagjaws would have been on the road. He’d been lamenting the need for a contract to keep his freshly formed mercenary band financed.

The Ge’Ult replied in his own defense. “I acted to defend our party from what I know was the formation of a lethal and horrible deed—”

“How could you possibly know that, Practitioner? You may be correct, but we can’t actually know, because the one person who could tell us for sure is dead by your sword!”

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 19/06/2025

Lesin prepares to head onto streets which have recently become even less welcoming to her people. #WIPSNIPS #AMWRITINGFANTASY

Though it galled her to do so, she donned her finest cloak, which was both large enough and luxurious enough that few were likely to notice it concealed a Syng’Ult woman within its depths. She felt the other choice was to leave her staff at the Folly, and this she would not do. She would concede this much of herself in the name of discretion, and no more.

She looked up and caught Nivie eyeing her. Some days she truly wondered if the woman could read her thoughts. Holding Nivie’s eye, she said only, “Just help me to be alert for the Watchmen.”

Nivie smiled her kindest smile, and spoke gently. “That I will, sweetling.”

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 16/06/2025

50K is one of those arbitrary wordcount thresholds that don't actually mean anything but that do give me a little shot in the arm when I crest them. 🎉🎊🎉 😁 #amwritingfantasy

My WIP, working title "Conqueror's Contrition" sitting in partial first draft state at 51,038 words.

Let's hope it's not as long as its predecessor when I'm done... 😬😁

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 10/06/2025

#WIPSnips MC Lesin looks on while magic user Nivie works to refine their security system before sleep.

Lesin managed to catch the slow blink that nearly always accompanied a deed performed by Nivie.

An armored warrior appeared on the far side of the fire—easily twice as tall as any man Lesin had ever seen, and encased from head to toe in plate armor. The two-handed sword on its back was longer than she was tall.

Nivie laughed with a hoot and the massive knight disappeared. “Maybe I still need a little practice on the size.”

A moment later it was back, but was likely only Fallah-sized under that armor, instead of the stuff of nightmares. The sword was still large and intimidating. The creation stood there as if uncertain what to do, and Lesin felt oddly bad for it. Were its shoulders slumped?

“Does it think?”

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 22/05/2025

This #WIPSnips is directly from my in-progress first draft, so I'm sure I'll spot something glaringly wrong with it the moment after I post. 😂 I greatly enjoyed writing the scene this is from.

With an astounding crack, a gigantic fireball burst into existence above the Operants. In moments it spread its wings to reveal one of Nivie’s dragons. The flames dripping from the full length of its body were a bit of a different hue than usual, and the head looked far more terrifying; she must have been continuing to refine it.

Those flames sheeted from all along its scaly, green-gold hide in flowing liquid gold, evaporating to nothingness as they fell away. This may have been the most visually impressive deed she’d ever seen from Nivie. The heat reached her even at this distance; she nearly averted her gaze.

It dove on the group of Operants, and bathed the entire group in flames. The screams of the soldiers and horses were briefly audible in the distance, but were quickly silenced when the tremendous creature made a second pass with its flaming breath.

Lesin was horrified. “Nivie—that… was an illusion right? And did we even need to scare them? They didn’t know we were here—”

“Not my dragon.” Nivie’s tone was uncommonly serious.

“What?!”

“That’s not my dragon, sweetling.”

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 21/05/2025

Stumbled across this and I kinda like it. For those who may be unfamiliar with the slogan, I tried to be descriptive in the alt text. www.etsy.com/listing/1061...

A black and whilte stylized image of a tyhpewriter. Above it is the phrase made famous by Woody Guthrie, "This Machine Kills Fascists."

Whereas Guthrie had this on his guitar, this clearly references the written word.

"'This machine kills fascists' is a message that American musician Woody Guthrie placed on his guitars in the mid-1940s, starting in 1943.

The idea originated from a sticker that American machinists affixed to metalworking lathes and drill presses to support the war effort."

I'm about to find out if I can put a link in alt text.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_machine_kills_fascists

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 03/05/2025

MC Lesin is concluding her initial meeting with someone who purports to be a new friend and ally.

“Thank you for hearing me out. But Lesin—”

Lesin looked up into her brown eyes, one of which winked at her again. “You hid neither that capped staff, nor that snow-white skin, nor that rod-straight black hair, even in the presence of the Watch. Yet not one person would look at you and think you were here to haul filth. I’m not that brave yet, not in Donazk.” Papri gave a curt nod.

She realized she hadn’t even considered it. Even in the presence of multiple watchmen, the thought hadn’t occurred to her. She’d intended to cross a threshold. Apparently one had been crossed.

“Thank you,” she said. She felt... something. Not at Papri’s words, but at the moment Papri had observed.

All the People needed to feel this feeling. This pride.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 23/04/2025

How I arrived on Bluesky (no really)

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 09/01/2025

80s GP checking in. At this point I have developed workarounds of a sort for all three. But, the attached comic is too real.

Four Panel Comic:

A woman, presumably a teacher in forms a child, Bobby, that his test results show he is gifted.

He replies, "Wow! How Gifted?"

She informs him that he is in the blue region of the included graph.

The regions are:

Red: Below Average
Yellow: Average
Blue: Keen, lifelong awareness of own deficiencies
Green: (The tiniest region by far) Excellence

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 07/01/2025

Pantsing eventually becomes too much for me to remember. I do allow the story to wander and I will adjust my outline as needed. I leave a lot out of it. Just enough to keep me on track, and that makes it easier to adjust. On this alignment chart I'm somewhere beween lawful and true plantser. 😆

D&D Alignment chart adjusted for Pantsers vs Plotters. I apologize for not typing out all the labels.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 11/12/2024

Four albums that dropped when you were in high school that shaped your music taste forever. (yes this is a fun one!)

Album cover for R.E.M. Green, released in 1989

Album cover for BDP's Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop, released in 1989

Albom cover for The Smiths: Louder Than Bombs, released 1987

Album Cover for the Beastie Boys: Licensed to Ill, released 1986

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 01/12/2024

#Novelmber Day 30 Met daily goal of >1000 @ 1049 words 17379 words total. Primary Novelmber goal was to participate, and build momentum for this first draft. Had a fun time with everyone and did what I hoped to do! 🙂 Hugs and high fives for everyone!

4 Panel Peanuts comic from Mr. Charles M. Schulz.

Snoopy is atop his doghouse with his typewriter.

First panel:

Snoopy Types: "It was a dark and stormy night."

Second panel: Snoopy thinking.

Third panel: Snoopy types: "Suddenly a shot rang out!"

Fourth Panel: Snoopy looks at the reader with a nervous smile, breaking the 4th wall. His thought bubble reads, "My plot is thickening!"

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 25/11/2024

Happy #Novelmber 25th Everyone! Life nuts, writing time scarce, but I'm still having some good days! Day 21 - 153 words Day 22 - 140 words Day 23 - 1120 words Day 24 - 1279 words Current total - 14938 words Fist bumps and high fives to everyone participating in any way! #nostressnovember

Four Panel Peanuts Comic by Charles M. Schulz.

The character Sally sits at a school desk looking at a paper she's apparently been handed.

First panel: Literature Quiz

Second panel: When did Mark Twain write "Tom Sawyer"?

Third panel: Sally appears to be thinking, with pencil to mouth.

Fourth panel: She answers, "If I know him, probably in the evenings."

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 21/11/2024

#Novelmber Day 19 also a goose egg, but Day 20 I'm clocking 1317 words for 12246 total. 🎉 1000 world goal met, that's a Peanuts! I hope everyone is having a great week. Happy Humpday! #nostressnovember

Four panel Peanuts comic from Charles M. Schulz.

Snoopy and Woodstock sit upon his doghouse. Snoopy talks in thought bubbles while Woodstock listens.

Snoopy:

"I think it's an illusion that a writer needs a fancy studio."

"A writer doesn't need a place by the ocean or in the mountains."

"Some of our best books have been written in very humble places."

Final panel:

Woodstock alone in his nest of sticks, with a barely visible tiny typewriter. Next to Woodstock it says "Type Type Type Type."

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 19/11/2024

#Novelmber Day 17 and 18 0 words these two days, but this was as planned. Outline has been pretty much pushed into shape, so my goals for the two days were met! 🙂 #nostressnovember

4 panel Peanuts comic from Charles M Schulz.

Snoopy sits atop his doghouse with his typewriter, typing.

First Panel: "Gentlemen,"

Second Panel: "Enclosed is the manuscript of my new novel."

Third Panel (in silhouette) : "I know you are going to like it."

Fourth Panel: "In the meantime, please send me some money so I can live it up."

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 18/11/2024

I feel your pain. I made this when I got to the first editing pass of my first novel:

Popular Woody and Buzz meme from Toy Story the movie.

Woody looks worried. Buzz is gesturing at whatever Woody is looking at and saying, "-LY. -LY Everywhere."

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 16/11/2024

#Novelmber 15 My WC is lower than I wish, (10584, *down* 5 so far today) but I'm meeting my overall goal of a solid start on this first draft, plus having fun with everyone. It's a *real* rough draft, so I don't have many favorite lines. This snippet felt like it landed ok though. 🙂

They relaxed with their food near the fire. She found herself thinking about the Ge’Ult, and how he’d changed from his sorrow and fury at the loss of Brin.

“Do you think the Ge’Ult will ever move past the loss of Brin?”

“To once more become a *gentle* man, sweetling?”

Was that what she’d really meant?

“Yes.”

Nivie sighed deeply. Rarely had Lesin seen her look so thoughtful.

“I’ve known Gyl nearly twice as long as you’ve been alive, sweetling. He has always been kind, considerate, and compassionate whenever I have been with him.”

Her eyes flicked around the sky as she chose her next words.

“This will not go away for him. It will leave a scar, an ugly one. But he will still be there underneath. I see what you do, there is a willingness to do harm that was never there before. Time. I think time is what he needs.”

“I do think I see it less in him since leaving Sparrowfield Keep, but it is not gone yet. I think it might just need time.”

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 16/11/2024

#Novelmber 14 (couple days behind) 😇 Antagonist is a centuries-old secret society bent on enforcing the marginalization of a race of people. Some of their leaders are aware of the suppression of history and destruction of historical records that has also occurred in furtherance of that same goal.

The list of 30 discussion prompts for #novelmber. Today I'm answering question 14.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 16/11/2024

#novelmber same circumstances as yesterday, but did manage 400 words. Despite not making my 1000 word goal today, here's a Peanuts about writing from Charles M. Schulz anyhow, because it's Friday and why not. Good night to everyone, and hello to all the new bluesky folks! 🙂 #nostressnovember

Six Panel Peanuts Comic. Snoopy sits atop his doghouse with his typewriter. He types, "It was a dark and stormy night."

Lucy walks by and says, "That's a terrible way to begin a story...it's so trite!"

She then climbs atop the doghouse to sit with him while she lucysplains it. "'Once upon a time...' that's the way all the good stories begin."

As she walks away she says, "Do that, begin your story with 'Once upon a time.'"

Snoopy thinks a moment, then types:

"Once upon a time, it was a dark and stormy night."

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 15/11/2024

It looks wonderful, but all I could do was giggle:

John Travolta in Pulp Fiction explaining that although the quarter pounder gets a different name in France due to the metric system, a Big Mac is just Le Big Mac.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 14/11/2024

#Novelmber Day 13 1049 words today! 9709 in total. A tip of the hat to you all, and good night! (The below Peanuts Comic is from the talented hands of Charles M. Shulz)

Mutli-panel "Sunday Paper" style comic. Snoopy is atop his doghouse. Over the course of twelve panels, he manages to haltingly type out It was a dark and stormy night" while pacing back and forth in thought.

In the final panel, he looks at the reader and a thought bubble proclaims, "Good writing is hard work!"

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 12/11/2024

#Novelmber Day 11 Word count unchanged, BUT I have worked out the upstream adjustments resulting from the big change to the main plot of Day 9, and taken a few hundred words of related notes, so I say that rates a Peanuts comic. 😁

A four panel Peanuts comic from Charles M. Schulz.

Snoopy is atop his doghouse with his typewriter.

In the first panel he types: "His was a story that had to be told."

In the second panel he stares at what he typed.

In the third panel he types, "Well, maybe not."

In the fourth panel he tosses the balled up page over his shoulder, eyes skyward.

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 11/11/2024

#Novelmber Day 10 1006 words, 8303 total. Life has handed out another very full week this week. If I can hit my personal goal all week long will be pleasantly surprised! 🙂 Continued positive vibes for everyone working against their own difficult weeks! And now, this from Mr. Charles M. Schulz:

Four panel Peanuts comic from Charles M. Schulz

Snoopy sits atop his doghouse with his typewriter, writing a letter.

First panel: Gentlemen I have just completed my new novel.

Second Panel: It is so good, I am not even going to send it to you.

Third panel: Snoopy stops and looks at what he's written, with some discomfort.

Fourth panel: He adds to the letter, "Why don't you just come and get it?

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 10/11/2024

#Novelmber day 9 1032 words, 7297 in total. I've already deviated from my outline enough that I need to figure out where the new trajectory is heading. I like the change 🙂 And now, another Peanuts from Charles M. Schulz. Thankfully I've not received this exact query reply.

Four panel Peanuts comic from Charles M Schulz.

Snoopy reads a letter just pulled from the mailbox as he walks back to his doghouse.

"Dear Contributor.."

"Thank you for submitting your paper"

"We regret that it does not suit our needs"

And in the last panel he's atop his doghouse, looking skyward after reading the final line:

"If it ever does we're in trouble"

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 09/11/2024

#Novelmber day 8! 1175 words, 6265 total. Personal goal met. Hope everyone is doing alright today! Credit for the below of course to Charles M. Schulz!

4 panel peanuts comic, showing snoopy at his typewriter.

For the first two panels he's clearly agonizing over something.

In the third panel he types the word "The."

In the fourth panel he thinks to himself, with somewhat of a boss face, "A good writer will sometimes search hours for just the right word!"

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J.B. Pinkle @jbpinkle.com · 05/11/2024

#Novelmber Day 5 I just sqeaked across the line for my personal 1K words daily goal, but I'm at a good stopping point and this will be a distracting evening. 🤔 1026 words for 4245 total. 👍 I get to reward myself for >1K by sharing a writing related Peanuts comic from Mr. Charles M. Schulz. 🎉

A four panel Peanuts comic by Charles M. Schulz. Lucy is apparently dispensing writing advice to Snoopy, who is atop his doghouse with his typewriter. She has a line in each panel:

They all do it..

Why shouldn't you?

Just take a famous fairy tale, and change it a little..

4th panel, just snoopy, in a typewriter font:

Snow White and the Seven Beagles

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