Just off the #1. It was still too bright at 10 PM for astrophotography, but I did like the look of the sky.

Part-time prevaricator
I found this little guy walking very slowly—like, look-up-torpor-in-the-dictionary slowly—on the cold concrete floor in my basement. I helped him outside where he could sit in the sun and warm up. About ten minutes later, when I checked, he’d flown off.


I took a stab a re-editing a photo of the aurora I took in 2016. It’s a lot more dramatic now. What do you think?
They have such a lovely smell and such a brief season.
Update: In a bit of weird synchronicity, I posted this the day before “Wear the Lilac Day”, a day created by fans of the late Sir Terry Pratchett—one of my favourite authors—to commemorate his writing and to support research into Alzheimer Disease. Since Dad had dementia, this one strikes me a bit as “is the universe telling me something?”
A bunch of rejections cropped up in my email in the last week or so. I know it’s part of the job (the game? the process?), but it’s not all that much fun.
As I was gearing up to re-submit the pieces in question, though, I got a cheery little message from a friend and fellow author, which made me feel better about the whole thing.
Meant to say I quite enjoyed your story “The Smoke” and I hope you find a good placement for it. Didn’t have much else to add, I like the narrator and the ending. […] Great job!
So, thanks for that, Chadwick.
Currently “The Smoke” is in the middle of editing, but I assure you I’ll be sending it back to him when it’s ready for the next round. If you’d like to read it too—it’s a viking/Iceland–inspired ghost story… in space!—do let me know.
I went 21 km today, and saw a couple of deer at the Riverbank Discovery Centre…

…and some pigeons flying above some rocks on the edge of the river, as seen from the 1st Street Bridge.

On the way home from Virden.
There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.
—Jo Walton