Happy Wednesday! It's open windows season in my corner of the world, and I cannot get enough of the crisp spring air and birds singing outside my windows. And my younger child shouting "It's an airplane!" every time a plane flies overhead (this happens frequently. We live 3 miles from an airport).
Thanks for tagging me @blackberrysummerblog and @rimeswithpurple!! Quiet around here this week :)
I've been shoving some new scenes into the final chapters of ADA, editing ADA, talking with @petedavidsonscock about writing an OMGCP fic together (EXCITED ABOUT THIS), as well as writing meta on Good at Something and noodling on Simon's Two Mums. Which is to say: I have more WIPs on the go than I have had for more than five years. I know this is like, an unfathomably small number of WIPs for most people, but for me it's a lot! (I also have minimum 3 more ideas for dangerverse floating around. Anyway. Uh, ignore those.)
So listen, both of Simon's mums are me. Don't act so surprised. But I am so deeply in love with the character I've created for Simon's barrister mum. She's badass and I want to have her kick some ass for me, if she has a spare moment. A snippet of Zadie Stephenson below. (Bow before her.)
"Ah, Ms. Stephenson, Ms. Shaw, I was just telling Mr. Wellbelove and Mr. Grimm about your situation," Cadwallader says, and every face in the room swings to look at us, save one of the men talking to Cadwallader, who turns at a more stoic pace, face masked with grave indifference.
Aside from the three men, there's an elderly couple sitting in two adjacent padded chairs, they look but don't move to approach us.
Cadwallader waves us towards him, and the stoic man's face gives the impression of an eye roll, even though his eyes are locked on us.
I zero in on the stoic man before we can be introduced. "Zadie Stephenson," I say, reaching aggressively for a handshake. It seems to startle him into reaching back, and his shake is as firm as mine.
"Malcom Grimm."
<3<3 my friends. I hope you also enjoy the gift of birdsong today, and any WIP words you want to share. @stitchyqueer @thewholelemon @confused-bi-queer @raenestee @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @captain-aralias @petedavidsonscock @takitalks @artsyunderstudy @yeonjunenby @carryonvisinata @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nausikaaa @nightimedreamersghost @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ionlydrinkhotwater @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @shrekgogurt @forabeatofadrum @palimpsessed @fatalfangirl @valeffelees @imagineacoolusername @orange-peony @j-nipper-95 @whogaveyoupermission @wellbelesbian
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This illustration was inspired by this magnificent dialogue from the amazing fic Rebel, Rebel by BasicBathsheba.
“Basil, why is your sister dressed like that?”
“Mordelia, what do we say to Father?” I prompt her. She looks up at Malcolm and smiles the big, toothy grin of a child who is almost three and has no idea they’re being used as a pawn by their older brother.
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