A day of playing, as Slink sat quietly watching Zen try to count coup on her, then chased her back for a bit, never attacking, just chasing, and they shared a licky stick together, and they talked…
They talked so much…
And now they’re having dinner…
And I’m crying again…
But It’s because I’m happy…

A day of understanding, Slink saw that Zen wasn’t here to replace her beloved sister, she was another small mog that needed someone to look after them.
And today…
Oh today…

Hesitation, as the no mans land between the back apartment and the house became a meeting place.
A day of meeting, as both mogs looked to learn of each other.
A day of exploration, as Zen came into the main house, and Slink decided whether or not she should let this strange little beast come in.

Zen had been in the shelter for a hundred and fifty days, and so coming home to somewhere new was strange to her, and for Slink, a new mog in the house could have gone one of two ways, but we kept them apart a bit, let them meet, kept them apart again, let them meet.

Everyone say hi to Zen, she’s one and a bit, roughly one quarter the size of Slink, and there was a great trepidation when we brought her back, and in truth, there was some hesitation between the two for a second.

and we thought, what if, just what if there’s someone else out there who needs looking after, who would benefit from the protection of a South Yorkshire Coal Leopard.
And so we looked…
And we found…
A wise friend of mine once said that when something is right, it’s right.

I don’t know what the thought was, but I was sat, crying for the unfairness of it all, and Jude was with me, and Slink came in, complained, and went outside to sing the blues (on the stairs, she does that when she wants permission to come in and be fussed

I just saw the call on the BFS discord, I've sent a message through the google form, I'm hoping there's still a chance, my novella features Folk Horror, Unconventional Locked Rooms, Isolation on a Ship, A Mysterious Item, The land has turned, and it's Climate fiction. I'm S Yorks, 52, W/class

Definitely

Following from what you read, our SF set in space/off planet can be found in @johndodd.bsky.social novel Ocean of Stars and novella Just add Water; also the novella Virgin Land, by @chloehsmith.bsky.social I would go there next!

I did not, curious thing :)

Only just seen this, cheers bruv, miss you on the scene, glad to hear you're still with us :)

For similarity to what you already have, the Parker Vector is a better choice...

Now I need to introduce you to inks and custom nibs...

Just filled this in, took two and a half answers, posted the answers to all 52 questions I gave on here as I did them, hell of a slog...

Worth it though...

That said, it’s done, I’ve got a novel to finish now...

And in the (sometimes) quiet words of another John, we are the resistance...

I feel really strongly about this, so I’ve deliberately taken time out of my day that I’ll have to make up later, but I suspect that most won’t have the time to respond in depth, and that the people who are looking to get this through will have been filling it in in detail since it was available.

, but it was very weighted towards everything being given to the scrapers and then further, giving them copyright over the things they’d stolen, most of which seems very disingenuous.

Also, two and a half hours…

So if anyone is interested in the PDF rather than reading through the morass of questions that I’ve just done answers to, just let me know and I’ll send it.
What I think about this is that there's a lot of bad faith questions in there, and a lot of “Justify why you think this”, which I understand

Response:

If it’s not proven and verified to be accurate, use of synthetic data could be disastrous in many real world applications.

The Government should prioritise the use of original information in all things and not seek to find loopholes to use recycled data