A 2-post collection

Bad news, good news

Seems to be the way whenever I'm working on KFZ, that things gang aft agley.

This time, MeMum's compy has decided to do its impersonation of a second-hand lawnmower and play up. Or break down. Which means that she calls in instead of sending an email.

On the same weekend that I am potentially available to help with that, my Beloveds parentals are planning to pop over and celebrate the marking of Mayhem's trip around the sun.

Chaos is still crook, so I have made arrangements to drag the poor mite to the local quacks. But her illness also falls on a day that we had planned to talk about her eligibility for free braces. Huzzah. Can't go spreading Lurgi all over a dental van, of course.

So I also have to call the dental van people when I'm certain they're awake and tell them that Chaos is still crook and, with all good luck, there might be a chance to talk to them next week sometime. Assuming they're not booked as hell for another two months.

See what I mean about my life going sideways?

I've done the synopsis. I've closed the files (for now), but I still have to check my primary choice's checklist for anything else I might have to do. I already put the elevator pitch in the first few lines of the synopsis.

I probably still have to do my desired blurb and author bio nonse. That shouldn't be too much trouble. Right? HAHAHAHA who am I kidding? The editor for my posts has gone do-lally again and won't accept a tag until after I've posted it.


I'm not inviting anything to happen and I'm hoping to heaven that the mishaps that are -well- happening... are just a co-incidence and it completely fails to spread. I don't want anyone else having a sideways life.

Challenge #01217-C122: Curses!

:when a person who has been living with their curse for some time decides to stand up for the abused, and Sanctioned Mages try to put them down:

Spell slinging against a cursed one and a legendary sword. How hard can it be? -- RecklessPrudence

The words had come in anger and magic. Latching onto her soul. Devouring her destiny with simple words, "You will fail at every one of your stated goals."

It hadn't meant much, at first. Her goals had

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