《Abigail the Grimoire》Not a Chapter - Status Update 2
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I emerge from my post-Christmas stupor. We were not able to finish the hoop house, but thankfully we can get an extension, which gives us another shot at the grant. Our Christmas Eve service went pretty well, albiet with a fair amount of a 'we're doing it live!' vibe. Despite a few glitches, the congregation loved it.
Now on my writing:
I have begun writing again, with a few hundred words on a new story (its working title is 'Seraphim and Spaceships'). I'll also be spending time editing Abigail the Grimoire. Thanks to your feedback (special thanks to Brynath, Stillness, and Ratted for your reviews) I now have a veritable laundry list of things to improve (Like giving Gem a specific age. Being intentionally vague really backfired on me there.)
Minor rant warning:
I also wanted to adress a few points raised by some other folks. To people who find the use of modern LGBT+ terminology(particularly on gender issues), I agree that it's pretty jarring to see that in a fantasy setting. The terminology to describe these things just didn't exist until very recently, but these things have always existed(I am not debating this point, nor will I be providing links to support my position. If you are genuinely interested, you can do your own research). There are several appraoches I have considered to resolve this. One is to make it clear that while everyone is speaking another language, it is being translated for us through Abigail's lens of reality. Another option is that, in my multiverse, reincarnators will invariably find themselves as some flavor of transgender at some points throughout their lives. It is literally what happens when you put a male mind in a female body or vice versa. (This one is cannon, by the way). The third and last option I've considered is just to include the modern terminology without in-universe explination and having it just be a part of the suspension of disbelief. (I know this is hard for the readership of this site.)
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In exciting news, we have just had our first two sets of baby goats born. Three kids each, two girls and one boy. We introduced them all to each other today, and they had a grand time playing with each other. I'll see about adding a couple of pictures in my next update (which will probably come with a chapter of something!)
It's worth noting that I plan on releasing Seraphim and Spaceships on Archive Of Our Own (henceforth known as Ao3) first, mostly due to sexual content (it has a lot).
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Stay safe everyone,
-Lilith
PS: I look away for a week or two and somehow I go from just over 100 followers, to a little over 400 followers. Thanks, I guess? I never expected any of my work to appeal to this many people.
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