"Dream a little bigger, darling."

And now a brief excerpt from writer-chat. Names redacted to protect the guilty and avoid spoilers:

Writer X: "If this write-ahead scene is correct, I am going to defeat the high fantasy threat in this high fantasy book by shooting it with a lot of bullets."

Writer Y: "That could work."

Writer X: "It'll totally work."

"I'm an asshole, though, for doing it."

Writer Z: "Better bullets than fuzzy colored lights."

Writer X: "This is true."

"Or the power of love."

Writer Y: "Just what I was going to say."

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This week's Valkyrie Report is truncated due to illness.

Friday: Dayjob.
Saturday: Kayaking and surprise dayjob shift.
Sunday: Dayjob.
Monday: Yoga & climbing.
Tuesday: Hour with trainer.
Wednesday: sick
Thursday: sick
Friday: sick

Everything else this week has been truncated by illness as well. I had just started coloring my last sketch, but now I would rather not sneeze on it. All I've done for the past two days is lie in bed and read The Crown of Embers. And poke the internet, waiting for it to grow something interesting.