Rosalie (she/her)
@theloveofwords.bsky.social
Likes words. Also swords. Wrote a book. Has threatened to do it again. Also:Bee keen.
https://myloveofwords.com/books/
https://myloveofwords.com/books/
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celebrating a certain thing that's about to be out like, real soon
(yes it's bhba)
(yes it's bhba)
December 4, 2025 at 3:34 AM
celebrating a certain thing that's about to be out like, real soon
(yes it's bhba)
(yes it's bhba)
When you realise you've named a cat in your story after one of your all time favourite cats in science fiction. (Not exactly the same, but mere letters away).
But it takes you two weeks to realise this.
But it takes you two weeks to realise this.
a man in a white suit stands in a room
Alt: THE Cat swirls stylishly into a room
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October 16, 2025 at 10:27 PM
When you realise you've named a cat in your story after one of your all time favourite cats in science fiction. (Not exactly the same, but mere letters away).
But it takes you two weeks to realise this.
But it takes you two weeks to realise this.
Ever find yourself wondering if small museum curators are feeling okay?
September 20, 2025 at 12:04 PM
Ever find yourself wondering if small museum curators are feeling okay?
Local library offering me yet another afternoon of writing-sanctuary time.
September 20, 2025 at 6:49 AM
Local library offering me yet another afternoon of writing-sanctuary time.
What's everyone's favourite name when they can't think up a new character's name?
Might used to be Jay but for a while now I've known a Jay so it can't be Jay.
Might used to be Jay but for a while now I've known a Jay so it can't be Jay.
September 19, 2025 at 7:14 AM
What's everyone's favourite name when they can't think up a new character's name?
Might used to be Jay but for a while now I've known a Jay so it can't be Jay.
Might used to be Jay but for a while now I've known a Jay so it can't be Jay.
Drop some COATS
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September 13, 2025 at 6:31 AM
Drop some COATS
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Raindrops in my coffee cup.
🩵 🌧️
(Could be a song title, I know. But genuinely: there a little drops of rain in my coffee. Acquired on the short walk back to work.)
🩵 🌧️
(Could be a song title, I know. But genuinely: there a little drops of rain in my coffee. Acquired on the short walk back to work.)
September 10, 2025 at 3:23 AM
Raindrops in my coffee cup.
🩵 🌧️
(Could be a song title, I know. But genuinely: there a little drops of rain in my coffee. Acquired on the short walk back to work.)
🩵 🌧️
(Could be a song title, I know. But genuinely: there a little drops of rain in my coffee. Acquired on the short walk back to work.)
Every time I try and make a zine I spend most of my time trying to figure out how to fold and cut it, and where the sketches go, and where the story or message goes.
Always good when you get to the message bit though, hey.
Always good when you get to the message bit though, hey.
September 7, 2025 at 2:48 AM
Every time I try and make a zine I spend most of my time trying to figure out how to fold and cut it, and where the sketches go, and where the story or message goes.
Always good when you get to the message bit though, hey.
Always good when you get to the message bit though, hey.
I need to make a zine. Maybe half a dozen. I don’t care what goes in it (yes I do) but maybe like a bunch of tiny ones with micro-fictions. And leave them who knows where.
Maybe single line stories.
‘Her boot was a silent friend, keeping her toes warm and her body ready for action.’
Maybe single line stories.
‘Her boot was a silent friend, keeping her toes warm and her body ready for action.’
September 6, 2025 at 11:43 AM
I need to make a zine. Maybe half a dozen. I don’t care what goes in it (yes I do) but maybe like a bunch of tiny ones with micro-fictions. And leave them who knows where.
Maybe single line stories.
‘Her boot was a silent friend, keeping her toes warm and her body ready for action.’
Maybe single line stories.
‘Her boot was a silent friend, keeping her toes warm and her body ready for action.’
My friend is a big fan of democracy. Her heart and mind are amazing. She taught me today that you can whistle through a gumnut.
Next time you need to whistle (or scream), why not try a Gumnut Whistle for Democracy instead?
HT @morganiseit.bsky.social
Next time you need to whistle (or scream), why not try a Gumnut Whistle for Democracy instead?
HT @morganiseit.bsky.social
September 6, 2025 at 11:33 AM
My friend is a big fan of democracy. Her heart and mind are amazing. She taught me today that you can whistle through a gumnut.
Next time you need to whistle (or scream), why not try a Gumnut Whistle for Democracy instead?
HT @morganiseit.bsky.social
Next time you need to whistle (or scream), why not try a Gumnut Whistle for Democracy instead?
HT @morganiseit.bsky.social
Sometimes I go to post something and all I can think is [INCOHERENT RAGE AT NEONAZIS] and so sometimes I instead gaze at the sky.
Just for a while.
Before I return to the screaming.
Just for a while.
Before I return to the screaming.
September 6, 2025 at 11:30 AM
Sometimes I go to post something and all I can think is [INCOHERENT RAGE AT NEONAZIS] and so sometimes I instead gaze at the sky.
Just for a while.
Before I return to the screaming.
Just for a while.
Before I return to the screaming.
If I just start opening my mouth wide will all of these unwritten words finally pour out of my brain and coalesce into something I can use?
Or will I instead make giant behemoth sounds until my lower jaw disconnects and drifts slowly to the bottom of the deepest ocean?
Who can say. Who can say.
Or will I instead make giant behemoth sounds until my lower jaw disconnects and drifts slowly to the bottom of the deepest ocean?
Who can say. Who can say.
September 6, 2025 at 11:23 AM
If I just start opening my mouth wide will all of these unwritten words finally pour out of my brain and coalesce into something I can use?
Or will I instead make giant behemoth sounds until my lower jaw disconnects and drifts slowly to the bottom of the deepest ocean?
Who can say. Who can say.
Or will I instead make giant behemoth sounds until my lower jaw disconnects and drifts slowly to the bottom of the deepest ocean?
Who can say. Who can say.
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Democracy is important.
You should vote whenever and however you can.
That means if you don't vote for Cat in this vitally important wine writing competition, you are LETTING DEMOCRACY DOWN.
You should vote whenever and however you can.
That means if you don't vote for Cat in this vitally important wine writing competition, you are LETTING DEMOCRACY DOWN.
Okay everyone
THIS IS IMPORTANT
I made the
SHORTLIST
you can now
VOTE
for me to
WIN
the
2025 JANCIS ROBINSON WINE WRITING COMPETITION
with my essay
"Gewürztraminer: the most transsexual grape"
I believe with the power of the transsexual internet we can do this thing!
Please repost!
THIS IS IMPORTANT
I made the
SHORTLIST
you can now
VOTE
for me to
WIN
the
2025 JANCIS ROBINSON WINE WRITING COMPETITION
with my essay
"Gewürztraminer: the most transsexual grape"
I believe with the power of the transsexual internet we can do this thing!
Please repost!
September 5, 2025 at 4:07 AM
Democracy is important.
You should vote whenever and however you can.
That means if you don't vote for Cat in this vitally important wine writing competition, you are LETTING DEMOCRACY DOWN.
You should vote whenever and however you can.
That means if you don't vote for Cat in this vitally important wine writing competition, you are LETTING DEMOCRACY DOWN.
I love an op-shop with a goth sense of humour. 🖤🥾
No way these legs just ‘happened’ to fall in that box that way.
No way these legs just ‘happened’ to fall in that box that way.
August 26, 2025 at 7:51 AM
I love an op-shop with a goth sense of humour. 🖤🥾
No way these legs just ‘happened’ to fall in that box that way.
No way these legs just ‘happened’ to fall in that box that way.
w/o downloading anything new, where are you mentally?
August 26, 2025 at 1:56 AM
w/o downloading anything new, where are you mentally?
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Can we reach $2500 by end of August?
I know we can.
And this is for good - translating African stories!
I know we can.
And this is for good - translating African stories!
Hey hey, 8 days left - and goal needs to be met. I do want to read the stories, so please please please tell your friends, donate, signal boost.
ko-fi.com/africantrans...
ko-fi.com/africantrans...
Support African Translation Project
African Translation Project; Current Goal: $2500 by the end of August - to begin translation of: The Crocodile Doesn’t Hunt / Zvinobvinza by Pauline Chirata-Mukondiwa, translated from Shona by Zukiswa...
ko-fi.com
August 26, 2025 at 1:51 AM
Can we reach $2500 by end of August?
I know we can.
And this is for good - translating African stories!
I know we can.
And this is for good - translating African stories!
You know your darling one gets you when he delivers a kindness like this for your birthday! 🌈💚
I used to own this as a kid, and play it on repeat. Nothing remains from those years, so this gift is like restoring a bruised memory.
So there, Death! Survived another year, & with rainbows to prove it.
I used to own this as a kid, and play it on repeat. Nothing remains from those years, so this gift is like restoring a bruised memory.
So there, Death! Survived another year, & with rainbows to prove it.
August 23, 2025 at 11:03 PM
You know your darling one gets you when he delivers a kindness like this for your birthday! 🌈💚
I used to own this as a kid, and play it on repeat. Nothing remains from those years, so this gift is like restoring a bruised memory.
So there, Death! Survived another year, & with rainbows to prove it.
I used to own this as a kid, and play it on repeat. Nothing remains from those years, so this gift is like restoring a bruised memory.
So there, Death! Survived another year, & with rainbows to prove it.
Knuckles are weird, huh.
Tiny little microcbots in-between our finger bones.
Possibly powered by winches that are kept in service by surly bone gnomes.
I imagine.
Tiny little microcbots in-between our finger bones.
Possibly powered by winches that are kept in service by surly bone gnomes.
I imagine.
August 23, 2025 at 4:31 AM
Knuckles are weird, huh.
Tiny little microcbots in-between our finger bones.
Possibly powered by winches that are kept in service by surly bone gnomes.
I imagine.
Tiny little microcbots in-between our finger bones.
Possibly powered by winches that are kept in service by surly bone gnomes.
I imagine.
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Oh yeah,
If you are curious about my stories.
I am on draft2digital.
Fire Heart: books2read.com/u/31ovpM
Cold Steel: books2read.com/u/brxNnW
Flame of the Spirit: books2read.com/u/b5GdNp
If you are curious about my stories.
I am on draft2digital.
Fire Heart: books2read.com/u/31ovpM
Cold Steel: books2read.com/u/brxNnW
Flame of the Spirit: books2read.com/u/b5GdNp
Available now at your favorite digital store!
Fire Heart by Joyce Ch'ng
books2read.com
August 17, 2025 at 3:03 AM
Oh yeah,
If you are curious about my stories.
I am on draft2digital.
Fire Heart: books2read.com/u/31ovpM
Cold Steel: books2read.com/u/brxNnW
Flame of the Spirit: books2read.com/u/b5GdNp
If you are curious about my stories.
I am on draft2digital.
Fire Heart: books2read.com/u/31ovpM
Cold Steel: books2read.com/u/brxNnW
Flame of the Spirit: books2read.com/u/b5GdNp
A version of me: listens to Cold Chisel's East on vinyl. End of story.
The full & true version: confuses East with Breakfast at Sweethearts. Her beloved kindly redirects her to the right album. Listens. Ends up down an weird rabbit hole where she reads the life story of assassin Charlotte Corday.
The full & true version: confuses East with Breakfast at Sweethearts. Her beloved kindly redirects her to the right album. Listens. Ends up down an weird rabbit hole where she reads the life story of assassin Charlotte Corday.
August 17, 2025 at 6:02 AM
A version of me: listens to Cold Chisel's East on vinyl. End of story.
The full & true version: confuses East with Breakfast at Sweethearts. Her beloved kindly redirects her to the right album. Listens. Ends up down an weird rabbit hole where she reads the life story of assassin Charlotte Corday.
The full & true version: confuses East with Breakfast at Sweethearts. Her beloved kindly redirects her to the right album. Listens. Ends up down an weird rabbit hole where she reads the life story of assassin Charlotte Corday.
Winter's sunlight gets deep in my bones, and in my heart.
August 3, 2025 at 5:46 AM
Winter's sunlight gets deep in my bones, and in my heart.
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July 25, 2025 at 12:50 PM
If I were a different type of person, I’d share pics to show how awesome the (IPED) editors conference was this week. And it was. Inclusive editing. Lushly overacted hyperthetical. Friday afternoon gin bar.
But, actually, it’s been magnificently rainy, so here’s a resting umbrella shot instead.
But, actually, it’s been magnificently rainy, so here’s a resting umbrella shot instead.
July 25, 2025 at 1:28 PM
If I were a different type of person, I’d share pics to show how awesome the (IPED) editors conference was this week. And it was. Inclusive editing. Lushly overacted hyperthetical. Friday afternoon gin bar.
But, actually, it’s been magnificently rainy, so here’s a resting umbrella shot instead.
But, actually, it’s been magnificently rainy, so here’s a resting umbrella shot instead.
Do you ever go through a patch of ‘what the hell do I think I’m doing out here, pretending I am creative or can write’ and then slump so low with it all that it becomes hard to look at an empty page or your latest project without wincing?
Yeah? Me too. It sucks.
Here’s a quokka to cheer you up.
Yeah? Me too. It sucks.
Here’s a quokka to cheer you up.
July 22, 2025 at 6:05 AM
Do you ever go through a patch of ‘what the hell do I think I’m doing out here, pretending I am creative or can write’ and then slump so low with it all that it becomes hard to look at an empty page or your latest project without wincing?
Yeah? Me too. It sucks.
Here’s a quokka to cheer you up.
Yeah? Me too. It sucks.
Here’s a quokka to cheer you up.