Arilin Thorferra

@giants-club.net

Author, teacher, giant cat woman • wantonly flits in and out of character • she/her (IC), they/them (OOC)

It feels like I did a lot today, but it was very unproductive in terms of story word count. Oh well. (I think I wrote more on a draft blog post for which I suspect I've written ~5000 words, even though the post is only ~1500 and may never be published.)

An account I follow has been hijacked by a “save my children from war 💔” spammer, of which there are a lot on Bluesky. (Like, probably most of them, I suspect, sadly.)

Patreon has a shop page, but it seems very…quirky in its approach: you're basically just making normal posts with attachments and saying the post as a whole is for sale?

This feels like kind of a lost day, productivity-wise, although objectively I know I've gotten more done than I'm giving myself credit for. It's just not much *writing* done.

Kendall the ringtail, on the phone with Ray the giantess coyote: I'm not sure how to ask someone I'm ankle-high to out on a date. Um, can you get smaller? Ray: Yes. I'm not *going* to, but I can, sure.

Somewhat accidentally spent the day in the neighborhood of Disney World but never went near a park. Now at Lazy Dog finishing dinner; dessert would be a very bad idea. I am having the butter cake.

I didn't expect LinkedIn to be the way I found out an old roommate I'd mostly lost touch with has transitioned, but I suppose it has to be good for *something* once in a while

I am at that crucial moment after the second drink where I suspect I shouldn't have a third but my judgement is slightly impaired. Also, my third drink is going to be a mango daiquiri