Happy Wednesday! I've been writing! Thanks to @forabeatofadrum @emeryhall @nightimedreamersworld @artsyunderstudy @stitchyqueer @rimeswithpurple for tagging me today!
I've mostly been writing Holsom Timeloop, which I'm hoping to start posting in the next 2-3 weeks. And I've also been writing Simon's two mums, which at some point down the line I will post some of. Maybe I should post the first chapter and motivate myself by way of feedback. What say you?
Anyway, some mums up here, some timeloop and tags below the cut.
Simon POV:
"I just… do you think your mums would like… talk to me? About it? Like, how they knew."
"Yeah. Of course. Do you want me to call them?"
"Maybe call, uh, Natalie? I feel like your other mum is too badass to ever have done something as common as realise she liked girls."
I laugh, then take my cell phone out of my pocket and press mum's face on the screen.
It rings.
It's a little bit cold out here. Keris shivers, and I shuck my blazer and hand it over to her.
"Simon, love, what's wrong?"
Nothing's ever wrong, but mum especially always answers my calls in a panic—as though I'm calling to ask if it makes sense for me to go off and fight ogres or goblins or numpties. Which, to be fair, I did do a couple of times last year.
I had to fight with them to let me stay at Watford after that. And after the dragon. But nothing really bad has happened since [[redacted]]. There's only been that one time Goblins tried to get over the wall, and the time the worsegers tried to get under the wall. Otherwise it's been just school.
Though, you know, magic school, so it's hard to complain.
Holsom timeloop AKA Friday Prime:
He is in the kitchen, hoodie slung over a chair, two hot cups of Stop & Shop swill and a lottery ticket in front of him on the table.
"That's yours," he says, gesturing towards the second cup. "Coffee's shit, but the ticket's a winner."
"Mega millions?"
"You got it. Put that somewhere safe."
So my tumblr just updated (always takes a long time) and now I finally see this thing - instant messages (or whatever it's called) - they've invented instead of replies I believe. WTF is this thing and why do I need it?!
Never allow this thought—“I am of no use where I am,” because you certainly can be of no use where you are not! Wherever He has engineered your circumstances, pray.
