There’s so much going on in real life at the moment, and I’m struggling desperately to stay focused on TLTO. I managed to hammer out some dialogue, simple conversations amidst a social gathering for a feast given by Skipio and Vita as the new owners of the plantation and villa.
Conversations are all I can muster this month – it’s been so hard.
I haven’t felt this creatively stunted since since 2010 – and I took a two year writing break to shake that shit off. I will attempt to post something in the next few days – but what I have isn’t something I’m proud to put out there. :/ It’s filler that’s not advancing the plot in anyway, except for perhaps one conversation between Aedan and Welle that will lead to a major plot point episode in January.
To be fair, this is the first negative comment I've gotten in 30 chapters. I cannot complain. Also - I'm glad my theme allows for private comments because if this was open to others, my Bear House readers would've textually beaten the crap out of this one.
Another thing I noticed - they subscribed but only visited the first episode to comment - that tells me they're from Tapas or AO3, I doubt they're from Pixiv.
New chapter is up - I know, that's 2 this month because November will be very busy for me away from the computer.
This chapter get's a bit dirty - poor Welle and Niko... oh, and Aedan finally get's to find out what a 'Delphine' is. The best rat defense north of the Lario.
ANNOUNCEMENT - I posted something along these lines before, which bears repeating.
There is ZERO pressure on any creator to read my story if I have subbed to yours. Tapas is just one of four platforms that TL&TO releases on, and a majority of its 'readers' are at Bear House Serials.
Also, TL&TO isn't for most tastes. If you've come to TL&TO via reciprocity (sub for sub) please know that if anything bothers you, stop reading and unsubscribe. You're not obligated to keep reading because I subscribe to your series nor are you obligated to stay sub'd.
On that note, I will unsubscribe from a story if it loses me or I just can't stay with it. It's not personal, and if you unsubscribe because I unsubscribed—fine, no harm, no foul.
Nothing symbolizes the cruelty of fauna more than a Roman rooster.
The size of a toddling child, this motley-plumed monster slips through a crack in the larder door, head bobbing with every step through the pre-dawn darkness. It loiters near the hearth, soaking in what warmth remains before ambling over to the bed.
It is day three—this cocker’s last day on the planet.
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