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writer with a day job in healthcare. sometime artist and photographer. collector of Virginia Woolf trivia. houseplant den mother.

occasional commentary on progressive politics.

cw for frequent cat pics + shmoopy pet discourse.

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https:/archiveofourown.org/users/ignova

(have changed instances a few times; i've been on fedi for longer than it says)

#writing #photography #plants #WritersCoffeeClub #WordWeavers9 #PennedPossibilities #ScribesAndMakers

JoinedMar 20, 2026
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(finishing the transcript)

'The melody lurched crazily as the fiddler pushed the limits of rapid tempo; Crosby had broken into a sweat, and fairly flailed to keep up. The onlookers shouted and stamped, cheered and cursed as both challengers tilted at the edge of failure. But finally it was Crosby who flamed out, staggering to a stop and bending over to breathe as the crowd erupted. The fiddler’s melody tapered off. Eleanor teetered over to the side, her legs all of a tangle, and Luce swooped in from behind to catch her. β€˜Well done,’ said Luce: and Eleanor let out a breathless laugh, her legs still trembling from the exertion.

'So it was that Luce and Eleanor earned enough for their night’s stay, and then some. The two headed giddily to their room as soon as they paid the innkeeper, and then bolted the door. Thereafter Luce swept Eleanor onto the bed, and gave her something for those legs to truly tremble about.'

#WordWeavers 31. Share or tell us about a fun scene you recently wrote.

in the first chapter of volume two, Luce and Eleanor are on the run, and they need to raise enough money for ship's fare to the Continent. the ship leaves in two days, so they also need enough for two nights' stay at the local inn. meanwhile, a local lout named Crosby has been daring passersby to wager against him in dance-offs in the street, which he has so far handily won. as night approaches, and the duo's options narrow, Eleanor decides to throw down the gauntlet herself, and challenge the dancing man to a showdown.

'The dancers’ steps began conservatively, with the action mostly fore and aft. But as the fiddler began to accelerate, the steps did also, and both Crosby and Eleanor began to add more sideways flourishes to their movements, and bring their arms into play. Eleanor used her skirts to her advantage, and billowed them as she spun a few rounds in place; Crosby relied on rapid stutter stepping on his heels and toes. As the sun fell, the shadows flickering upward from the lantern gained the quality of roving spirits, and the scene transformed into something out of time, along the likes of devils come to Georgia and queens who danced themselves to death.'

(the whole scene is available here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62147545/chapters/214875666 though the chapter notes contain multiple spoilers for volume one, if that matters to you)

⁨#ScribesAndMakers⁩ 30. Do birds ever feature in your work? Give an example.

birds (mostly doves or pigeons) recur often. they have a few symbolic meanings. the angels use pigeon post, so the doves represent both the holy spirit and a message of some kind. birds (again, especially doves) are also one of Aphrodite's symbols, so in other contexts they represent love. (and anything connected to Aphrodite / Venus is connected to Lucifer, also.)

a dove appears in an early scene with Raphael, and it has shades of all these meanings. context: Raphael is struggling to come to terms with his role in Lucifer's trial, and unwanted memories keep resurfacing against his will. https://archiveofourown.org/works/62147545/chapters/160950514

'[Raphael] knew by the sound that [the disturbance] was not an angel; only something about the size of a pigeon. But for a moment the creature made a dazzling apparition, its shadow flickering in the backlit porthole like the shutters of a signal lamp as it hovered just above the sill. Light and darkness flashed concurrently over Raphael’s face with the fluttering of the wings, which forced him to raise a hand to shield his eyes. Just as quickly, the mirage was over. The dove touched down on the sill and hopped the distance onto the writing desk, bobbing its head in concert with its tail as it stopped to take in the surroundings. With that familiar gesture the phantom was recalled to his level, and became a pigeon onlyβ€”a messenger dove with a letter tied to its leg.'

for comparison, here's the same kitty on an overcast day

#BlackCats #caturday #CatsOfMastodon #void

new verification scam just dropped. it ended up being deleted before i could report it. (or perhaps they blocked me, or did some other shenanigans.)

my mini Phalaenopsis orchid (which is starting to flower again) has an abundance of aerial roots, but few surviving roots in the pot. i plan to change the medium (repot into the same pot), but my experience tells me that doing so will kill the flowers. waiting for the flowers to drop on their own might take me into next winter. so in the meantime, i stuck some of the aerial root tips into a dish of water. maybe this will help it stay healthy throughout its flowering. 🀷

#plants #houseplants #orchids

nothing like a sunbeam to reveal how not-black the cat is πŸˆβ€β¬›

#BlackCats #CatsOfMastodon #void

the sun shifted and i could get a better picture. lookit the adorable little bandana they gave him yesterday.

#poodles #MiniPoodle #DogsOfMastodon

finished filling.

taco meat is one of those unphotogenic foods that tastes sublime. time to fill the shells and eat