Today I launched the first issue of my literary magazine's TWELFTH YEAR. I still can't believe it's been going for over a decade (it's a tween!) and I've gotten to work with so many amazing people. Free to read online (patreon, ebook and print copies, too!), for those of you interested in sci-fi and fantasy written by women-identified authors.
I'll be honest, I'm always proud of what we publish, but this is one of our best issues ever.
Reminder that Karel Čapek's R.U.R. is a century old as of yesterday: https://newatlas.com/robotics/rur-capek-play-word-robot-100-years/
blue mage a realm reborn quests: you must stop a pipeline from being built on Indigenous land
blue mage heavensward quests: you must stop fantasy amazon from hiring demon mercenaries
blue mage stormblood quests: you must enforce copyright law
[Brett Terpstra — Web Excursions for February 04, 2021](https://brettterpstra.com/2021/02/05/web-excursions-for-february-04-2021/)
“It is better to make a piece of music than to perform one, better to perform one than to listen to one, better to listen to one than to misuse it as a means of distraction, entertainment, or acquisition of 'culture.'”
— John Cage
THE GREENNESS OF SHADOWS
we should be irony when taking a piece
we were done with the end
their sort of nomenclature and sigh of relief
the right was like the face of a child
therefore his young master is too tired while they Turn round.
reflections and toilets talk to the farewell
therefore thoughts resort to the kind of person
but questions continue to the country
events speak to the declaration of sentiment
“It doesn’t matter how beautiful your theory is, it doesn’t matter how smart you are. If it doesn’t agree with experiment, it’s wrong.”
— Richard Feynman
“Bottomless wonders spring from simple rules which are repeated without end.”
— Benoît Mandelbröt
"Aren't you cold, little girl?" the wolf rumbled with a flash of fangs; a towering shadow against the twilight.
"I'm not little, or a girl."
The wolf paused, breathing out a visible sigh, then tried again, "Well, boy..."
"I meant I'm an adult woman."
The wolf let out a flustered whimper, "I'm just worried you're cold; that cloak looks very thin. That basket looks heavy; please may I help?"
"Why?"
"People think I'm bad for some reason."
Neither here nor there.