|Words to live by, awesome cake.|
Also, my creepy telepathy-in-space-with-pronoun-shenanigans story "We Take the Long View" is free to read at Shimmer now. An excerpt:
Us-in-Devora is the first of us to stumble into the clearing to the landing site covered with a fine layer of snow. She-that-is-us paces around it, careful not to step on the pieces of us that were broken off at the Wrong. Our nose wrinkles.
Smelly, she says, her mind-speak betraying her disgust.
It's... Mel grasps for a word, but can't come up with a better one. Smelly. Yes.
We pick up a stick, a stray dead part of us, and poke the thing in the clearing. It stirs.
Novel revisions continue. Is it November 6th yet?