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@nemorosa.mastodon.nu.ap.brid.gyOct 11, 2026, 1:58 PM

#WordWeavers 11 Oct: Share a passage from your WIP where the setting is doing as much storytelling as the characters.

This is a passage from 'Management Apologises for the Inconvenience':
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‘Oh! Oh, this one. This one’s a beauty. Hold on, don’t breathe too loudly, it’s delicate.’ They lift a dream that glows colder than the others. The moment it rises from the chest, the air around you cools, and the shadows shimmer as though dusted with frost. The cloud unfurls, slow and reverent. You’re standing in a winter night so still it feels enchanted. Moonlight glistens on untouched snow, each crystal catching the light like a tiny star. The trees are coated in frost, their branches glittering as though dipped in silver. Your path home stretches ahead, glowing faintly, a pale ribbon through a galaxy of frozen sparks. The snow muffles every sound. The cold steals every scent. And in that silence, the world feels impossibly vast and impossibly gentle. You remember the way your breath hung in the air like a ghost. The night wrapped around you, making you slow your steps, just to stay in it a little longer.
@nemorosa.mastodon.nu.ap.brid.gySep 21, 2026, 12:49 PM

#WritersCoffeeClub 9/21: What can a reader know to be true about you from your work?

"The trick is to keep moving, even when it is really dark." — You, The Management Apologises for the Inconvenience

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@nemorosa.mastodon.nu.ap.brid.gySep 10, 2026, 9:01 AM

#WordWeavers 10/9: Share a description from your WIP that establishes atmosphere without explicitly naming the emotion.

This is a passage from my upcoming book, “The Management Apologises for the Inconvenience”.

Welcome to #TheMentalMansion

They lift a dream that glows colder than the others. The moment it rises from the chest, the air around you cools, and the shadows shimmer as though dusted with frost. The cloud unfurls, slow and reverent. You’re standing in a winter night so still it feels enchanted. Moonlight glistens on untouched snow, each crystal catching the light like a tiny star. The trees are coated in frost, their branches glittering as though dipped in silver. Your path home stretches ahead, glowing faintly, a pale ribbon through a galaxy of frozen sparks. The snow muffles every sound. The cold steals every scent. And in that silence, the world feels impossibly vast and impossibly gentle. You remember the way your breath hung in the air like a ghost. The night wrapped around you, making you slow your steps, just to stay in it a little longer.