Tempus Fugit

Originally published at: Tempus Fugit | The Associated Worlds

So, here we are at the end of September, and I’ve written all of one thing in the past month. Depression, unseemly heat, and a server deciding to take up an exciting new career as a brick have combined to do a real number on my creativity.

Thank you all for bearing with me through these times of crisis and literary drought. Hopefully October will suck slightly less. Or maybe COVID will come back strong and kill us all. Either way.

In the meantime, here’s one of those little fine distinctions that creeps its way into spacer slang:

topside: In a starship context, on the hull. (An EVA topside is thus distinguished from an EVA outside, which implies leaving the immediate vicinity of the ship.)

– A Star Traveler’s Dictionary

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Depression is a bitch (oh, if only we had psychedesigners to excise it). Please don’t fret about your output or lack thereof; caring for yourself is more important than providing us with space elf content.

… and universal brouhaha?

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(That should be the name of a soup.)