If you see a neon sign on the train right back to the inevitable

[sovay]

For the second year in a row, which marks some kind of fandom record for me, I am participating in threesentenceficathon. So far I have written three fills and am enjoying the diversity of canons from myth to television to nineteenth-century novels. The time I spent this evening with a nosebleed feels gratuitous and the consumption of the afternoon by phone calls definitely was, but last night my godchild showed off both his mermaid sitting and his hair in progress—I have since received documentation of its color-correction—and my god-aunt sent me a link to the Technicolor jazz noir of Sandra Boynton's "C.A.T." (2019). The end of this week will see a conjunction of Venus and Saturn, which sounds as though it should occasion a masque. I remain tired to the point of absurdity, uncharmed by the shape of the year, here.

Comments

[sovay]

They are good little fics! Thank you for linking them.

Thank you! They represent my first fiction in ages and were probably possible because they don't feel like they count. I put two of them—not the Labyrinth one because I haven't heard what the recipient thinks of it—on AO3.

I particularly like the one for Labyrinth because, as the commenter said, there's always a price.

You can't offer up somebody else's liver!

You got a nosebleed on a massive full moon and I almost texted you to ask your godchild where my Tarot pack has gone. (I'm giving him until tomorrow. Today was the four of cups.)

Oh, so it is a full moon. Put that cup back where you found it.

[selkie]

I think most decks have the fourth cup, like, disembodied in the air; mine just has it off alone away from the other three, and if life has taught me anything, it's "Don't drink from that one, what is wrong with you. That's got a bee in it. At LEAST." /very arcane face

Every bit of fiction counts. *hugs*

[sovay]

Every bit of fiction counts.

*hugs*

(No one needs a bee in their cup.)