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desperanceM'friend Jessica Rydill has Kindle-published her third novel, set in the same world as Children of the Shaman and The Glass Mountain. Malarat is available now; Jessica says it's darker than the previous works, but that's all to the good.
In other news, a cat of unknown specificity was copiously sick straight after dinner last night; Mac was copiously sick straight after breakfast this morning. Hmm. We will be watching developments, and hoping that nothing develops.
Meanwhile, I have been mostly grinding corn. I am aware that my mill is frankly little more than a toy, and probably not meant for grinding by the pound, but even so. I suspect I am getting healthful aerobic exercise; I keep changing arms and everything. Also, I have to keep poking about with a chopstick, because corn kernels are probably too large for the device and they keep getting wedged down below the hopper, so it's suddenly like cycling downhill, there's just no resistance and I'm only spinning my wheels. But no wonder millers in myth & legend have such brawny arms; there's work in this.
In other news, a cat of unknown specificity was copiously sick straight after dinner last night; Mac was copiously sick straight after breakfast this morning. Hmm. We will be watching developments, and hoping that nothing develops.
Meanwhile, I have been mostly grinding corn. I am aware that my mill is frankly little more than a toy, and probably not meant for grinding by the pound, but even so. I suspect I am getting healthful aerobic exercise; I keep changing arms and everything. Also, I have to keep poking about with a chopstick, because corn kernels are probably too large for the device and they keep getting wedged down below the hopper, so it's suddenly like cycling downhill, there's just no resistance and I'm only spinning my wheels. But no wonder millers in myth & legend have such brawny arms; there's work in this.