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Tris Lawrence (tryslora) [she/her]
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Tris Lawrence. Over 50. She/Her. Queer. Writing. Knitting & yarn. A little bit of TKD. Author of Welcome to PHU (magic/shapeshifting/college/LGTBQIA+) and Seven Lakes (magic/shapeshifting/camping/Adirondacks/LGTBQIA+).

https://trislawrence.com/about/
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New glasses—much bigger and I love them. New shirt—so soft! Mostly new haircut—very chaos curl and colorful.

#selfie
A woman smiles at the camera. She wears large glasses and a soft purple Henley. Her hair is curly and the ends are dyed a mix of blue, green, and purple.
November 7, 2025 at 2:30 PM
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I prefer summer with going barefoot or wearing sandals, but at least when it gets cold I get to wear boots and hand knit socks.

#bootweather #knitsocks #knitting
Two legs outstretched wearing pale blue skinny jeans, low black boots, and dark red ribbed socks.
October 24, 2025 at 11:04 AM
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Today I remembered to bring the correct notebooks. Hopefully I will manage to get some time to work on the required brainstorming between day job and taekwondo!
A red notebook is labeled in black ink as "Seven Lakes" and lies atop a black notebook labeled in gold ink as "Welcome to PHU" upon a a white speckled desktop. A water bottle is nearby, with one sticker cut off out of the picture, and the other a Halloween sticker saying "Troy TKD".
October 23, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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The sky was so beautiful this morning when I walked across campus to my office.
Clouds in gray, orange, red, and a hint of yellow are brushed like paint across a blue and gray cloudy sky. Below are trees with red and green leaves, along a roadway in the middle of a campus.
October 23, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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Ready for Rhinebeck!!!

The sweater is Linger from #knitty. ❤️

#myknitting #handknit #rhinebeck
A woman with long curly hair and glasses stands in front of a grayish house. She wears a heavy green cardigan.
October 19, 2025 at 11:46 AM
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There were several vendors at the Capital District RenFaire with Pride items for sale; all of the ones I spoke to were Pride year-round, not rainbow capitalism, which is awesome. I had to buy two pairs of these scalemail earrings so I could wear one of each flag--representing my invisible queerness!
Image shows two earrings made of dangling scalemail: the one on the left is the bi flag, the one on the right is the ace flag. A business card below is for artificebyartifact.cardd.co.
June 17, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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Happy Pride! These are the flags flying at my seasonal site at our campground.

If you're curious about my story for why both flags, I've written a blog post about it and posted to Tumblr (buff.ly/ZerOhDQ) and Pillowfort (buff.ly/VBLnUEb).
A flag pole with two flags flying in the rain. The one on top is the US flag, and the one below is the progress pride flag.
June 3, 2025 at 8:55 PM
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Pete says there is no write, only kitty snuggles. He doesn’t care that my May newsletter is kind of already late!!
A very large black cat sits across someone’s lap.
June 2, 2025 at 10:24 PM
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I got a custom owl in (close to) PHU colors. I love it!!
A tiny knit owl with big eyes (black plastic surrounded by white felt). The owl is purple on the bottom and yellow on the top.
May 24, 2025 at 10:00 PM
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I've been writing fanfic this week! About 4200 words so far, and still going. This is a Sterekson fic for May Trope Mayhem with three tropes that inspired it.

#WIPWednesday
He slides under Jackson’s right arm and anchors him with one arm across Jackson’s back. “Go ahead, lean. I know I look skinny and breakable, but in order to be a decent bodyguard, I’ve got more muscles than you an see.” The look Jackson shoots him is undecipherable, his lips pressed tight together. Stiles chalks it up to the pain. “Trust me, I can take whatever you have to give,” Stiles says. “Put your weight on me.” Jackson sighs heavily. “I wonder sometimes if you hear yourself when you speak.”
May 14, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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The morning view from the bedroom at our Airbnb is amazing. The lack of blinds means I have learned I can sleep with the complementary eye mask in place. 😁

Beautiful though. And the sky was still in sunrise mode at 7am so I enjoyed it while I ate breakfast.
A sunrise in streaked orange and clouds through a window past a desk cluttered with stuff and a bowl of oatmeal.
May 13, 2025 at 12:03 PM
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These pictures are the view out of the back window of our trailer at our new site at our seasonal campground. No neighbors on one side only water. Happy sighs.
A fuzzy picture of a window above a couch and woods outside. A tree and brush in the foreground and a narrow river flows behind.
May 4, 2025 at 7:22 PM
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I finished making my first cardigan and thought "Oh, just in time for summer, can't wear it until fall."

Well, due to complete wonkiness in the day job building's heating/AC, it's likely to be frigid until it warms up properly outside. So. This very heavy sweater is perfect for a 67F office!
Selfie shows the bottom half of a woman's face, her hair curly and gray and purple. She is wearing a green V-neck T-shirt, with a heavy half-fisherman rib knit cardigan over it, unbutton. The cardigan is a greyish-green with brown buttons, and is oversized.
May 1, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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At our campground we are moving to a new site and we will be on the river. I am very thankful that years ago the owner built a high berm to protect from flooding. The river gods were volatile after the storms last weekend.
A look down at a raging small river running high, the murky water well over the bottom step of the stairs heading down to the currently underwater small beach. A long view of a small river running very high and murky with churned up mud and silt.
April 30, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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Unpacked things from a void-colored bag. Immediately collected a Void.

#cats
A black cat with yellow eyes peering up from inside a black fabric tote bag.
April 30, 2025 at 1:40 PM
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Pete says I should spend the day on the couch, not running around doing g chores. Wish I could!!

#cats
A black cat close up sitting across a lap. He looks pleased and half asleep.
April 20, 2025 at 4:46 PM
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Today is the last day to pre-order Missed Fortunes! Remember, picking up a copy of Commit to the Kick (book 1) also counts towards the campaign goal.

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#bookpromotion #lgbtqwriters #lgbtqfiction #sffwriters #missedfortunes #welcometophu #booksky
Carolyn leans her shoulder against Kit’s. She closes her eyes, but she knows that it’s Delilah who sits on her other side, takes her hand, and twines their fingers together. “It’s going to be okay,” Kit murmurs. People move, and there are quiet conversations as Alaric leaves, and Shawn and Dax step outside. Carolyn doesn’t want to think about any of what’s happening around her. Instead— “What’s happening to me?” she asks, and Kit takes her other hand, squeezing tightly. “I don’t know, but I don’t think it’s bad,” he says softly.
February 28, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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Missed Fortunes is the second book in the Twinned trilogy, part of the Welcome to PHU series. Pre-order it now, and/or pick up the first book, Commit to the Kick, as well (both count toward the goal).

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#lgbtqwriters #lgbtqfiction #sffwriters #booksky

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Carolyn pushes to her feet, reaches up to touch the low ceiling of Mac’s room, and drops back into the chair. “I hate your room, Mac.” “I love it.” Mac pats the bed next to her. “Come lie down. Stare at the ceiling and tell it the rest of your story.” “How do you know I’m not done?” Carolyn does as she says anyway, stretching out along Mac’s bed, arms behind her head, staring up at the sloped ceiling. At the lowest point, it’s almost close enough to touch. “You don’t feel done, and I don’t even have to be Heather to know that.” Mac rubs her shoulder. “Tell the ceiling.”
February 27, 2025 at 5:53 PM
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(snippet picked because editing has been my WIP for the last month!)

#wipwednesday #bookpromotion #lgbtqwriters #lgbtqfiction #sffwriters #missedfortunes #welcometophu #booksky

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Carolyn just wants life to go back to being simple. Easy. She wants to wake up in the morning and go to class, and she wants to go to bed at night knowing that the same thing will happen the next day. It hadn’t been challenging, but it hadn’t been heartbreaking either. She wants to put all the drama back in a nice box and let it be. She never wanted to be Pandora.
February 26, 2025 at 8:08 PM
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I know, I know, it's another snippet. But I made more graphics than there are days left in the pre-order period! Forgive me?

Missed Fortunes is the second book in the Twinned trilogy. Pre-order it now, and while you’re at it, you can pick up the first book as well.

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“You traveled through a Dream, and I travel into Dreams.” Delilah’s voice is soft, low… lazy. “Maybe I infected you, and it’s finally coming out now. Like a bug with a really long incubation period.” “Talent isn’t the flu, Del,” Kit says dryly. “Isn’t it? We Emerge. We change. We discover innate abilities we never knew we had. It could be an illness, Kit.” Delilah’s eyes are unfocused, her finger drawing patterns on the table. “Don’t call Talent an illness,” Drea mutters, voice sharp. “There are enough people who think we’re a blight on humanity. Don’t help them.” “I’m not trying to.”
February 25, 2025 at 11:00 PM
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We're closing in on the end of the pre-order period for Missed Fortunes.

It's the middle book of a trilogy, but you won't have to wait long for book three; it's coming end of summer!

#bookpromotion #lgbtqwriters #lgbtqfiction #sffwriters #missedfortunes #welcometophu #booksky

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“Hey, Carolyn?” Trish calls out, poking her head in. “Hi, Delilah. Do you prefer Delilah or Del? Also, how do you feel about being the subject of a song? Because honestly, I could write an ode to your eyes if you wouldn’t mind.” “Are you flirting with me?” Delilah asks, and Trish grins. “If you want me to be, then yes, I’m flirting. But I don’t have to be if it makes you uncomfortable. Up to you.” Trish turns her attention back to Carolyn. “Sera and I are going out to meet up with Pat, Jackson, and the rest of the guys. If you want anything from Teas Please, text me. If you need anything in general, let me know.” “I’m good. I’m going to get Shawn and Del set up to crash here tonight. I’m bailing on class tomorrow morning, so don’t wake me up thinking I’m missing breakfast.” “Got it.” Trish waves at Delilah. “Nice to meet you. Was that a yes or a no on the ode to your eyes?” “Yes on the ode, no to the flirting, thanks,” Delilah says.
February 25, 2025 at 6:39 PM
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#weeklyprompt #amediting #mondaymagic #sffwriters #lgbtqwriters #missedfortunes #welcometophu
“Then in fourth grade, Samson came to town, and everything changed.” Carolyn twists her hands together. “Looking back on it, the timing was… is… Maybe it meant something. It didn’t feel like it then, just like everything became perfect. Kit met Samson and had a new best friend. Sam became a part of our group. And that spring—” She glances up at Mac. “Well, then the Emergence happened. Suddenly everyone knew we weren’t the weird kids, we were the magical kids. And it didn’t mean much—not right away. It stopped a lot of the bullshit; most groups didn’t want us to join them when we were in middle school, and that was okay with us. The Emergence gave us space to just be us. To figure out who we were.” “I’m getting a vibe here,” Trish says idly. “Have you ever seen the movie The Craft?” Carolyn ducks her head; she’s heard the comparison before. “Right vibe,” she says. “We weren’t that powerful, but we were us, and by the time high school came around, everyone knew who we were.
February 24, 2025 at 10:10 PM
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Oh to be a cat who overflows his hammock, or a goblin melting in the warms.

#caturday #cats
A grey cat tree hammock with a large black cat overflowing it. A white cat with black markings stares directly at the camera. She lies on the back of a chair, one paw down and relaxed.
February 22, 2025 at 1:47 PM
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Today's snippet from Missed Fortunes, open for pre-order now at Duck Prints Press!

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On the left is the cover of a book: Twinned Book 2, by Tris Lawrence, titled Missed Fortunes. The cover shows two people falling from a tower that is on fire, books all around them. On the right is a snippet from the story, which says: Head down, the wolf takes a step forward, fangs bared as it snarls. There’s no place for Carolyn to go; there’s a wall behind her. The card shines on the floor, the ball of light lingering. It’s still a dream. A nightmare. It has to be. And if she’s dreaming, then the dream might be consistent. She might be able to make it consistent. Control the dream. Escape the nightmare.
February 20, 2025 at 8:25 PM
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Enjoy a snippet from Missed Fortunes!

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“I’m probably not the best for advice,” Carolyn admits. “I’ve never been good at figuring people out. I’ve relied on Heather for help understanding people since we met.”

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On the left is the cover of a book: Twinned Book 2, by Tris Lawrence, titled Missed Fortunes. The cover shows two people falling from a tower that is on fire, books all around them. On the right is a snippet from the story, which says: “I’m probably not the best for advice,” Carolyn admits. “I’ve never been good at figuring people out. I’ve relied on Heather for help understanding people since we met.” “Don’t trust your instincts?” Soledad says with a small smile. “I have terrible instincts,” Carolyn says dryly. “When I’ve tried trusting them, I usually end up in trouble. It’s easier to have an interpreter sometimes. There are days when I wonder if I speak an entirely different language than everyone else.”
February 19, 2025 at 11:01 PM