Presenting my lovely partner Tony, the majestic manbeast who finished writing an epic science fiction novel today. 3 years in the writing, 15 countries passed through/lived in. Numerous primal screams into the void only for the void to yodel back. Many many, MANY coffees. Sooo many thumps on the head with a pillow by yours truly (purely for confidence boosting purposes I assure you.) A plethora of space facts inflicted at random intervals... usually over breakfast before caffeine. I am so freakin' proud right now. Also, so full of celebratory dinner. We ate all the dinner. So much dinner. Infinite dinner. (Why did I say yes to tiramisu?) Big Angry Space Rocks will be out some time in the next year or so once edits happen. Thank you for reading my monologue. #bookstodon #books

#Spotted While Cafe Writing in Aotearoa New Zealand: A man (60s?) carefully fixes a wobbly table before producing a newspaper and pen. Moments later, his wife joins him. Talking softly with heads bowed together as they do the crossword, laughing at each other's silly guesses. A man (50s?) will majestic Beethoven hair walks into a cafe with his teen (16?) Grinning, he says, "Whaddya reakon? Full breakfast?" She nods, "Yeah full breakfast." Soon, they're enthusiastically tucking into plates piled high, laughing at what each other says. A very serious small human (4?) walks in holding Dad's hand. Looking up at Dad with a solemn expression, he says: "You get your coffee and I will look at the toys." He waits until Dad nods, then carefully weaves around tables to inspect a toy basket with an adorably pensive expression. A couple (20s?) are sitting across from each other at an outside table. He's drinking a cappuccino. She's drinking a hot chocolate. Every now and then they stop to pat her big baby bump. Both wearing ugg boots and comfortable clothes. Enjoying this small peaceful moment together. A colourfully dressed woman (80s?) helps her friend (80s?) navigate her walking frame through the door. She says cheerfully: "How about I get you one of those brownies Merle? They're good here. Stick to the fork gooey, you'll love 'em." Merle agrees that this is, indeed, an excellent plan. (Continued Below with added Book Announcement :blobsmilehappyeyes: )

#Spotted on Market Day in Aotearoa New Zealand: A small human (4?) is strutting along next to Dad, gripping a cheese scone that's almost as big as his face, munching on it like an apple. Bare feet. The sun's shining. Crumbs flying everywhere and no one cares. He's having a GOOD day. A young human (9?) wearing a Minecraft Creeper hoodie is sitting at a cafe table. Peeking hopefully over the top of a Minecraft paperback novel to see if anyone is noticing his total Minecraft awesomeness. A teen (13?) with a junior rugby player's build is getting a BIG hug from Mum. He might be already a head taller than Mum, but none of that matters when a hug's on offer. Lifting her off the ground with a huge grin. A very sleepy tiny human (2?) is slouched in her pram, surveying the crowd before her with half closed eyes. A yellow, very loved Care Bear clutched protectively against her chest. Two women (20s?) are curled up together, fast asleep on a picnic blanket on a grassy hill in a sunny park. The sounds of a busy Saturday morning and birdsong surrounding them. The smell of green in the air. Any typos spotted in this post are Snoozing Hashtags. If spotted, please don't disturb their sleep, but maybe note the novel sitting by their side. They're rather proud to be reading it, and wouldn't mind if people noticed how awesome it is. -- The typos would also like to thank all the lovely people who've supported them on Patreon, Buy Me a Coffee this week. You're the best! 🌺🪻😊💐🌻

A bit ago we discovered a quince tree in the front garden of our #NewZealand home. Last Sunday I was enjoying an early morning cuppa by the living room window only to spot an elderly lady sneaking up to the tree, looking like she was casing the thing for a diamond heist. She walked by with her dog (arthritic staffy) then crept up our path keeping behind the bamboo until she reached the tree and then picked one quince before stealthily making a getaway. The next day she was back again. Creeping up. Arthritic dog. One quince and gone. And this happened every day this week. I missed a few days, but when I did get up that early, there she was. I didn't sleep well last night and instead of parking by the window, I sat on a front step to watch the sun rise. It was only when quince lady came along that I remembered her. She snuck along the bamboo then to the quince tree and she'd just grabbed one, when I very quietly said "Good Morning." Her first reflex was to throw a quince at my head. She then looked horrified and yelled "IT'S FOR JAM!" before running off. But she forgot her dog. So I finished my cup of tea, patting my new dog friend and eventually she came back, looking very embarrassed and blurted "I make nice jam." So I now have a new dog friend named Clive whose human is going to drop me a jar of quince jam by one day next week. I offered to give her a bag of quinces but she refused. So I'm now waiting until tomorrow to see if the Quince Bandit strikes again🤣

😎 *BOOK GIVEAWAY* (Yay!)😎 We're giving away THREE signed paperback copies of our post-Tudor comic fantasy whodunnit, OVERLONDON. All you have to do to be in the running, is subscribe to our OverLondon newsletter in the next 48 hours: https://www.overlondon.net/visitors-guide This is a global giveaway, so it doesn't matter where you live in this wonderful big wide world. If you've been following me here, you'll know that these books are extra special because they've been smooched gratuitously by our current #UK housesitting #cat overlord, Miss Smudge. She managed to nest of the book box for weeks and we swear she thinks she's hatched them. Good luck! And thank you so much for following me these past months. You are appreciated with the might of a supernova. :blobcatheart: #books #bookstodon @npub1kt3h...5004 #sff #cats #reading

YESTERDAY's MIGHTY MISSION: BEHOLD Lyme House, a STATELY HOME once INFESTED with MR. DARCYS and now being auditioned by this intrepid author as a LAIR if only the pesky English National Trust hadn't gotten to it first. Our first step was to approach carefully, not making any SUDDEN MOVES Ascertaining that we were not going to be ambushed by Mr. Darcys, we surveyed the gardens for signs of PEASANTS! Only to realise that we could be classed as peasants. We scoffed at this, deciding that we were instead BUCKANEERS who were TAKING OVER a STATELY HOME. (While Not telling anyone.)