Angela M Cowan
@angelamcowan.bsky.social
Writer, editor & hedge witch on the West Coast 🇨🇦 Easily distracted by pretty stones and moss. Obsessed with creepy fairy tales. Writes @moon-eyed-fox.bsky.social
Rep: Brent Taylor at Triada US
www.angelamcowan.com
Rep: Brent Taylor at Triada US
www.angelamcowan.com
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Angela M Cowan
@angelamcowan.bsky.social
· Feb 19
I am so unbelievably thrilled to announce that I’m now represented by @btaylorbooks.bsky.social !!!
I am overjoyed and so so fortunate to have found someone who is as passionate about my stories as I am, and is such an incredible business and creative partner! 💚💚💚
I am overjoyed and so so fortunate to have found someone who is as passionate about my stories as I am, and is such an incredible business and creative partner! 💚💚💚
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"there's a new serif in town"
Marco Rubio ordered diplomats to return to using Times New Roman font in official communications, calling his predecessor's decision to adopt Calibri a “wasteful” diversity move
Rubio Stages Font Coup: Times New Roman Ousts Calibri
The secretary of state called it a "wasteful" diversity move, according to an internal department cable seen by Reuters.
www.huffpost.com
December 10, 2025 at 1:06 AM
"there's a new serif in town"
I love these weekly prompts because I always find new people to follow
I spent a month in the Highlands watching the clouds. I roamed to stretch my legs, but mostly I sat. They drifted. I didn't catalogue them or look for shapes or shelter from the rain. No one knew I was there.
Then I decided to start collecting beetles, just because I'd never done it before.
Then I decided to start collecting beetles, just because I'd never done it before.
Being turned is not so bad, once you adjust. The first century is excruciating; mind still racing with fleeting mortal urgency. But when you learn to relax into the long slow breath of the cosmos, the anxiety settles. What do you choose to do with this gift of time?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
December 9, 2025 at 8:54 PM
I love these weekly prompts because I always find new people to follow
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Jimmy Fallon would host the Hunger Games.
December 9, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Jimmy Fallon would host the Hunger Games.
There being no strict character limit, I went a little longer than normal ;)
Putting this bespoke cozy Fox Drabble in the mail today. Destination: Switzerland!
@owlwrite.bsky.social
@owlwrite.bsky.social
December 9, 2025 at 6:43 PM
There being no strict character limit, I went a little longer than normal ;)
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Gentle reminder that you don't have to "deserve" rest.🌱
You need rest to function. It's not a treat you get for functioning.
You need rest to function. It's not a treat you get for functioning.
December 9, 2025 at 5:29 PM
Gentle reminder that you don't have to "deserve" rest.🌱
You need rest to function. It's not a treat you get for functioning.
You need rest to function. It's not a treat you get for functioning.
Having a micro fic included on The CryptoNaturalist was a highlight of my whole writing journey - I am obsessed with Jarod’s blend of uncanny whimsy - and I am SO EXCITED FOR THIS BOOK.
Enter the Goodreads giveaway for my new novel here: www.goodreads.com/giveaway/sho...
Book giveaway for Strange Animals by Jarod K. Anderson Dec 04-Jan 03, 2026
Enter to win one of 24 free copies available. Giveaway dates from Dec 04-Jan 03, 2026. An ordinary man discovers a hidden world of wondrous supernatural ...
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December 9, 2025 at 5:29 PM
Having a micro fic included on The CryptoNaturalist was a highlight of my whole writing journey - I am obsessed with Jarod’s blend of uncanny whimsy - and I am SO EXCITED FOR THIS BOOK.
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Fire Hound' by stained glass artist Tamsin Abbott, who is inspired by folklore and nature #WomensArt
December 9, 2025 at 1:59 PM
Fire Hound' by stained glass artist Tamsin Abbott, who is inspired by folklore and nature #WomensArt
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Looking for your next Frankenstein-adjacent read?
The Path of Thorns won the Aurealis & Australian Shadows Awards & been translated into Polish, Czech, Hungarian, Spanish, Croatian & Complex Chinese. Like Jane Eyre & Frankenstein go to a bar & shenanigans ensue? Murdery, witchy, wolfy shenanigans.
The Path of Thorns won the Aurealis & Australian Shadows Awards & been translated into Polish, Czech, Hungarian, Spanish, Croatian & Complex Chinese. Like Jane Eyre & Frankenstein go to a bar & shenanigans ensue? Murdery, witchy, wolfy shenanigans.
December 9, 2025 at 1:22 PM
Looking for your next Frankenstein-adjacent read?
The Path of Thorns won the Aurealis & Australian Shadows Awards & been translated into Polish, Czech, Hungarian, Spanish, Croatian & Complex Chinese. Like Jane Eyre & Frankenstein go to a bar & shenanigans ensue? Murdery, witchy, wolfy shenanigans.
The Path of Thorns won the Aurealis & Australian Shadows Awards & been translated into Polish, Czech, Hungarian, Spanish, Croatian & Complex Chinese. Like Jane Eyre & Frankenstein go to a bar & shenanigans ensue? Murdery, witchy, wolfy shenanigans.
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Just before twilight, you hang shallow feeders along your eaves, fill them with honey, and wait with held breath. Soon a sound like tiny church bells makes your heart swell, as one tiny nyn first appears, then more. Like dragonfly-mice, their stained glass wings glow golden as they drink.
December 9, 2025 at 3:05 PM
Just before twilight, you hang shallow feeders along your eaves, fill them with honey, and wait with held breath. Soon a sound like tiny church bells makes your heart swell, as one tiny nyn first appears, then more. Like dragonfly-mice, their stained glass wings glow golden as they drink.
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You bring in a thin, spindly branched tree and set it up in the corner, between a bookshelf and the cupboard door that leads under the stairs. You dress it with dyed scraps of yarn and garlands of dried fruit, and sing carols to it until it begins to glow golden in the dimming light.
December 8, 2025 at 9:13 PM
You bring in a thin, spindly branched tree and set it up in the corner, between a bookshelf and the cupboard door that leads under the stairs. You dress it with dyed scraps of yarn and garlands of dried fruit, and sing carols to it until it begins to glow golden in the dimming light.
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There are days when I want to treat food like a religion and there are days (like today) when I want my body to have the needs of a clump of lichen on a weathered stone.
I'm busy body. Hush.
I'm busy body. Hush.
December 8, 2025 at 4:27 PM
There are days when I want to treat food like a religion and there are days (like today) when I want my body to have the needs of a clump of lichen on a weathered stone.
I'm busy body. Hush.
I'm busy body. Hush.
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You put out a tray of steaming apple cider and clove and orange cookies for the approaching wassailers, and set aside the bottle of starlight mead from midsummer for the Mari Lwyd, who’s floating outside your window, bony snout tapping impatiently against the glass.
December 7, 2025 at 7:45 PM
You put out a tray of steaming apple cider and clove and orange cookies for the approaching wassailers, and set aside the bottle of starlight mead from midsummer for the Mari Lwyd, who’s floating outside your window, bony snout tapping impatiently against the glass.
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You are ABSOLUTELY NOT going to regret listening to this bird:
A male rock ptarmigan (Lagopus muta) in winter plumage.
Ptarmigan is from Gaelic 'tarmachan' meaning "croaker". The p- was added when people mistakenly assumed it was a Greek word.
A bird forever warning people: "A werewolf!" (just in case of werewolves).
Ptarmigan is from Gaelic 'tarmachan' meaning "croaker". The p- was added when people mistakenly assumed it was a Greek word.
A bird forever warning people: "A werewolf!" (just in case of werewolves).
December 6, 2025 at 5:10 PM
You are ABSOLUTELY NOT going to regret listening to this bird:
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You spend the day catching up on trimming the shadows of the young fir trees that grow to the east of your cottage - they tangle so easily this time of year - and bring the clippings home to weave into the blanket you’re knitting, midwinter shadows being wonderfully effective against insomnia.
December 6, 2025 at 11:45 PM
You spend the day catching up on trimming the shadows of the young fir trees that grow to the east of your cottage - they tangle so easily this time of year - and bring the clippings home to weave into the blanket you’re knitting, midwinter shadows being wonderfully effective against insomnia.
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Get back to nature.
Wander into the old forest, let your antlers and talons grow ragged, leave your human form behind, and become the malevolent monstrosity you were always meant to be.
Wander into the old forest, let your antlers and talons grow ragged, leave your human form behind, and become the malevolent monstrosity you were always meant to be.
November 15, 2025 at 7:31 PM
Get back to nature.
Wander into the old forest, let your antlers and talons grow ragged, leave your human form behind, and become the malevolent monstrosity you were always meant to be.
Wander into the old forest, let your antlers and talons grow ragged, leave your human form behind, and become the malevolent monstrosity you were always meant to be.
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When you check the mailbox this morning, all that’s left of the thumbprint cookies is a scattering of crumbs and tiny, greasy handprints.
December 5, 2025 at 4:21 PM
When you check the mailbox this morning, all that’s left of the thumbprint cookies is a scattering of crumbs and tiny, greasy handprints.
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If you wanted to give a bit of Hookland for Yule or Christmas, I offer The Latchless Door. Is a wee book, signed and numbered, and we always include a surprise of some sort.https://thomas-brown-1.sumupstore.com/product/the-latchless-door-rhymes-and-songs-of-hookland-signed-numbered-edition
December 5, 2025 at 1:58 PM
If you wanted to give a bit of Hookland for Yule or Christmas, I offer The Latchless Door. Is a wee book, signed and numbered, and we always include a surprise of some sort.https://thomas-brown-1.sumupstore.com/product/the-latchless-door-rhymes-and-songs-of-hookland-signed-numbered-edition
Oh sorry, that sound I just made was the air leaving my body by this gut punch.
December 5, 2025 at 3:05 AM
Oh sorry, that sound I just made was the air leaving my body by this gut punch.
Writing Down the Bones is one of my all-time favourite books, and I recommend it every chance I get.
December 4, 2025 at 10:23 PM
Writing Down the Bones is one of my all-time favourite books, and I recommend it every chance I get.
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A miniature Christmas garland, strung with campion seed heads and shell beads, all threaded on willow-herb fibre.
A tiny herb robert seed-head — ‘grannie’s needle’ — holds the thread.
A tiny natural element, re-imagined creatively, can carry a little wild magic into the everyday world. #WildMagic
A tiny herb robert seed-head — ‘grannie’s needle’ — holds the thread.
A tiny natural element, re-imagined creatively, can carry a little wild magic into the everyday world. #WildMagic
December 4, 2025 at 6:02 PM
A miniature Christmas garland, strung with campion seed heads and shell beads, all threaded on willow-herb fibre.
A tiny herb robert seed-head — ‘grannie’s needle’ — holds the thread.
A tiny natural element, re-imagined creatively, can carry a little wild magic into the everyday world. #WildMagic
A tiny herb robert seed-head — ‘grannie’s needle’ — holds the thread.
A tiny natural element, re-imagined creatively, can carry a little wild magic into the everyday world. #WildMagic
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A single ringing bell wakes you before dawn and you find a tiny glass vial on your pillow. Inside, some ground spice that smells like hot cocoa and heavy snow and, somehow, joyful anticipation. You make thumbprint cookies with it, and leave as many as will fit in the little mailbox.
December 4, 2025 at 4:14 PM
A single ringing bell wakes you before dawn and you find a tiny glass vial on your pillow. Inside, some ground spice that smells like hot cocoa and heavy snow and, somehow, joyful anticipation. You make thumbprint cookies with it, and leave as many as will fit in the little mailbox.
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To anyone who needs self-care encouragement on this dreary Wednesday leading into the holiday season:
"No." and "Because I don't want to." are both complete sentences. 🥰😘
#WritingCommunity #selfcare #healthyboundaries
"No." and "Because I don't want to." are both complete sentences. 🥰😘
#WritingCommunity #selfcare #healthyboundaries
December 3, 2025 at 11:54 PM
To anyone who needs self-care encouragement on this dreary Wednesday leading into the holiday season:
"No." and "Because I don't want to." are both complete sentences. 🥰😘
#WritingCommunity #selfcare #healthyboundaries
"No." and "Because I don't want to." are both complete sentences. 🥰😘
#WritingCommunity #selfcare #healthyboundaries
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I grab the latest earth novel and lay on a cloud, letting the wind push me. I drop a sky anchor five minutes away from the dragon platform. A cloud elf pops up and asks if I don't mind sharing my book and would I like to close my eyes while she reads out loud. Hmmmm. This is perfect.
The tickets were cheap, but now you're stuck with a six hour layover in the Elderhall Skyport before the next dragon arrives to take you to Feyhome. What do you find to amuse yourself during the wait?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
December 2, 2025 at 8:20 PM
I grab the latest earth novel and lay on a cloud, letting the wind push me. I drop a sky anchor five minutes away from the dragon platform. A cloud elf pops up and asks if I don't mind sharing my book and would I like to close my eyes while she reads out loud. Hmmmm. This is perfect.
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Today yields a sprig of holly, coated in frost with deadly sharp points. You lift it so slowly from the tiny mailbox, but despite your care as you set it in a small silver vase, it pricks you. A drop of blood beads on your finger, and a single, intricate snowflake blooms on the leaf.
December 3, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Today yields a sprig of holly, coated in frost with deadly sharp points. You lift it so slowly from the tiny mailbox, but despite your care as you set it in a small silver vase, it pricks you. A drop of blood beads on your finger, and a single, intricate snowflake blooms on the leaf.
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He dreams of bare feet whispering after him, down dark halls and through garden paths, closing in no matter how hard he runs. And when he wakes, it’s to a thousand green spear points wrapping his limbs, with all the inevitability of Marley’s chains, dragging him down where no one will hear him weep.
Holly bushes terrify the Earl.
December 2, 2025 at 10:23 PM
He dreams of bare feet whispering after him, down dark halls and through garden paths, closing in no matter how hard he runs. And when he wakes, it’s to a thousand green spear points wrapping his limbs, with all the inevitability of Marley’s chains, dragging him down where no one will hear him weep.