mardyoldspinster

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Got an email confirming that my comedy-horror manuscript has made it through to the next round in the Gollancz 2022 open submissions!

There’s still 180 manuscripts under consideration, and I’m guessing that they’re all amazing and only a handful can be accepted, but considering just how chuffing weird this pitch is, I’m ecstatic that a publisher like Gollancz is having a think about it.

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Upside of the vegetable shortage is that it really gave me a much-needed kick in the bum to prep my work salads before everything turned to mulch in the fridge. Incredible guilt at wasting these precious ingredients, like I’m making a salad with blood tomatoes.

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I completely forgot about Valentine’s Day, so sadly will not be celebrating it with my traditional devouring of a heart (lamb, usually, just the right size for one person and quite tasty once you’ve cut off the rubbery veiny bits and washed out any blood clots).

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Have I actually bought (and lost) three microwave egg poachers, or is some nefarious hacker out there smirking at this poor fool as they add a third ill-gotten microwave egg poacher to their stash?

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One time when I was dogsitting for my vegan sister, I roasted a chicken in the oven. The dog was so astonished by the appearance of a chicken where chickens had never previously been, that now every time I come over she drags me into the kitchen and stares meaningfully at the oven to see if I can repeat this amazing magic trick. I feel like the Jesus of Dogs every time.

(the dog is not on a vegan diet, my sister just doesn’t cook meat herself)

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I have got to stop necking random promotional samples that people hand me in the street. Spent the next hour quietly breathing fire, belatedly noticing that the packaging suggests mixing the contents with water or a smoothie.

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It’s that special time of the decade when I decide it’s time to get over the demise of Livejournal and try a new social media, preferably one that doesn’t require me to dance in front of a camera like a sad creaky old circus elephant.