Sean Fenian<p><span>Uff da.<br><br></span><b>BLURSDAY.</b><span><br><br>Writing like heck. Dealing with legal issues. Spent </span><b>all of yesterday</b> manually restructuring and reformatting an EPUB novella (which is currently <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CVSFHS2J" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">on a free-book promotion starting tomorrow</a>) that I needed to add a section to, because <a href="https://plasmatrap.com/tags/LibreOffice" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#LibreOffice</a>'s EPUB export is so godawful (or more accurately, libepubgen generates such godawful EPUBs) that they're not in any meaningful sense editable after generation <b><i>WITHOUT</i></b><span> completely rebuilding them almost from the ground up.<br><br>I'm working on a novel and a short story collection, interleaved, as parts occur to me on each. A minor side character in </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CRZ4ZJ66" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">Fireborn</a>, an accident-prone mason, turns out to have a deeper than expected back-story. I've spent all of <i>today</i> writing <i>his</i><span> story. (He has a name, now; he is now Niklas.)<br><br>I lost track of which day it was. Thought it was still Friday, not Saturday. Almost forgot to wish </span><a href="https://beige.party/@Waitnwallflower" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">@Waitnwallflower@beige.party</a><span> a happy birthday.<br><br></span><b>BLURSDAY. IT'S ALL BLURSDAY.</b></p>