From Elen Woderose of the Industrious Barony of Thescorre, come greetings unto all who enter here. [switching hats] Hi, I’m Mari, and I’ll be your blogger this evening. What can I start you off with?
I’m going to chat about my body. Some of you may be sensitive to content about weight loss or gain. Please don’t hurt yourself this way. Go find pictures of kittens. It’s cool.
I guess I’ve put it off long enough. One chapter every third of a year, right? Stormy weather reminds me of Darkover, so here’s my… not really review of Chapter 2 of Thendara House. You can find Chapter 1 in this tag.
I’ve been down that road. Not as publicly. But I went there in some of my darkest post-breakup hours.
I will repeatedly say, to anyone who has vague suspicions, that I don’t count as a Christian. I mean, you’d be stretching the definition a long way. Sure, Jesus had some great ideas, but does that really mean I have to take the whole Bible as some divinely-inspired document? Can’t I just view it as a brilliant cross-section of cultural norms that applied at the time and might serve as some inspiration to those who really dig that culture?
So. Established. I am pretty darn heterodox and satisfied to be that way.
You’d never know it from my taste in clothing.
My Ziva has such enormous eyes. You wouldn’t believe them unless you saw them, so here they are on display.
Hi. I know it’s been awhile since I had anything real to say, and since this is Refuge in Audacity, I have to at least try for audacious. Since reality is the ultimate act of audacity in Trump’s America, that’s where I’m going. Reality.
But I think I gotta work backwards.
Things I promised I’d do four months ago: start this review!