Today, I performed what may be my last official duty as a faculty member before my retirement: stevendbrewer.com/another-reti...

I was striving to achieve some level of gender balance in the queries I'm sending to agents, but there are about 7 women to each man. #Writing

At 1pm PDT, join Emerging Tech for the first in a series of public panels clearing the air and dispelling hype around AI. Thank you for your survey responses! Many writers are afraid to ask questions directly, but need more info to make pro-human choices. See you soon! sfwa.org/sfwa-events-...

I've started querying for a literary agent. Ugh. stevendbrewer.com/starting-to-...

I've started querying for a literary agent. Ugh. stevendbrewer.com/starting-to-...

I dunno, maybe some of you will be in #WesternMass this week and looking to catch three old guys playing for the neighbors.

The Exhibit A Brewery has moved to Williamsburg. They have an immense tap room and beer garden. And they're co-located with GrandTen distillery, so good cocktails too. It's a bit of a drive, but I can see it's going to be a regular destination for us. #WesternMass

The Hero and Saintess walked back through the Forbidden Forest in silence. The Hero struggled with himself. One the one hand, he enjoyed the peace and quiet but he recognized that the Saintess was subdued and uncomfortable. He tried to think of something neutral to say. (1/3) #wss366

I spent a few hours today with Werner Hertzog. Or with his book, anyway. stevendbrewer.com/review-the-f...

I spent a few hours today with Werner Hertzog. Or with his book, anyway. stevendbrewer.com/review-the-f...

Now hiring! @sfwa.bsky.social is searching for an Executive Director: sfwa.org/2026/07/10/h... #fediHire

The Saintess cast her spell again, but this time, the light passed harmlessly through the vapor with seemingly no effect. "Use your sword!" she screamed, backpedaling as the vapor got closer. "Against vapor?" the Hero asked. "Isn't it made of silver?" (1/4) #wss366

My #wss366 fragment went on rather long today, so didn't feel like splitting it into 300 character segments and posted it only on Mastodon: wandering.shop/@stevendbrew...

I had an insight recently about why I was resenting the time I spend on elder and family care more now that I'm entering retirement: stevendbrewer.com/whose-time-i...

One of my favorite bits from this year's @sfwa.bsky.social Nebulas: Shannon Zelazny describing her father's reaction to the terrible movie adaptation of Damnation Alley: "They didn't ruin the book. It's still a great book. They just made a crappy movie." www.youtube.com/live/nmAxXj7...

The Hero and Demon Lord faced each other while the Saintess looked on. The Hero drew himself up to his full height. "You backstabbing, double #crossing traitor!" the Hero hissed. "I trusted you!" "That was your mistake," the Demon Lord said. "I never gave you any reason to do so." (1/3) #wss366

The Demon Lord shifted anxiously in his seat at the breakfast table. He had wolfed his breakfast quickly, but the Hero and his mother lingered over their meals, nattering about neighborhood gossip. (1/6) #wss366

A transgender fencer lost her team. Now she’s rebuilding at UConn. ctmirror.org/2026/07... #transgender #trans #LGBTQ #LGBTQIA

The Demon Lord awoke with a splitting headache. He rolled out of bed and painfully looked around, finding himself in an unfamiliar room. His clothes were missing, but a fuzzy pink bathrobe had been left on the bed. Reluctantly, he pulled it on and went in search of a glass of water. (1/5) #wss366

The Hero and the Demon Lord stumbled out of the bar. Walking back, they sang snatches of songs, laughing hysterically. "How many rounds was that?" asked the Hero. "Was that the #fourth?" "I think it was the fifth." "I feel like I drank a fifth!" This elicited more gales of laughter. (1/2) #wss366

I make small efforts to push back against AI wherever I can: stevendbrewer.com/pushing-back...

A post about Esperanto-USA and transparency: zaemis.blogspot.com/2026/06/espe... #esperanto

After two more rounds, the Hero and the Demon Lord had linked arms with the rest of the men in the Kinky Cockatrice and were singing bawdy songs at the tops of their lungs: (1/3) #wss366

I wrote a bit more about the odyssey to publish The Silver Tongue, my weird little story that just appeared at The Freak! stevendbrewer.com/the-silver-t...

The Hero and Demon Lord finished their drinks, and then ordered another round, toasting the Hero. And then yet another. Other men joined them, yelling and cheering. "This is a great drink!" the Demon Lord bellowed. "I know, right?" (1/2) #wss366

The Demon Lord arrived at the Kinky Cockatrice. It had a colorful neon sign of a red rooster with purple rays emerging from it's eyes that blinked on and off, casting a garish light over the entrance. He paused at the door, took a deep breath, and entered. (1/5) #wss366

After eleven rejections, my weird little story *The Silver Tongue* has been published by *The Freak!* www.thefreak.ca/stories/the-...

The Demon Lord was hard at work reviewing the reports of his minions when Jaygor arrived. "Post for you, Lord." He handed the Demon Lord an envelope. The Demon Lord studied the envelope, which had no return address. "Are you sure it's safe to open?" Jaygor inquired. (1/4) #wss366

I've been happy with my most recent Wandering Shop Story fragments: stevendbrewer.com/the-hero-dem... #writing

"Do you even know what direction we're going?" the Saintess asked. "Sure," the Hero replied. "We're going this way!" "No!" she said. "Which of the cardinal directions? Are we going north? Or #east?" "I know how we can tell," the Hero said. "Moss grows on the north side of trees." (1/2) #wss366

I'm selling books on the Amherst Common for Pride. #WesternMass

The Hero and the Saintess followed a dark, winding path under a canopy of immense trees draped with moss and vines. "Why do they call it the 'Forbidden Forest?'" asked the Hero. "The Forest is a #queer place," the Saintess said. (1/2) #wss366 #microfiction #lotr

The Demon Lord came to his breakfast table in the dungeon. The Maid poured coffee while Jaygor brought him his morning #paper. He unfolded the paper, then squinted, trying to read the indistinct print in the dim light. (1/3) #wss366 #microfiction

The Hero and Saintess were deep in the Forbidden Forest. The Saintess pulled out the #map and studied it for a minute, then finally threw her hands up. "This is hopeless!" she said. "Admit it! We're lost!" "What do you mean?" asked the Hero. "We have no idea where we are!" (1/3) #wss366

How many of these heat waves will it take until people start saying, "Climate change? Global warming? WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!?"

"[…] often prioritizing expediency in their actions and ignoring the broader implications such actions may create for others." It me.

"Hey! Hey!" Brunhilde called up. Forrest, who was resting on a branch during the quiet time in the afternoon, opened one eye. "Do owls fly #south for the winter?" she asked. "Some do and some don't. But I'm not an owl: I'm a biological android." (1/3) #wss366

"Hello?" the Hero called. His voiced echoed through dark, empty corridors. "This way," said Jaygor, unexpectedly from the side. The Hero jumped, but then followed Jaygor through the twisting passages of the #dungeon. "Say…" he said, after a short time. "So why are you all down here?" (1/4) #wss366

The Demon Lord chuckled, rubbing his hands together. The Maid touched up her lipstick using the mirror in a compact. "Did something good happen?" asked Jaygor. "Everything is going according to plan!" (1/4) #wss366

"I come back to you now, at the #turning of the tide," said the wizard in his shining white robes. "It's 'at the turn of the tide'," said the dwarf. "At least get the quote right!" The wizard glared scornfully. "This is why no-one like dwarves," said the elf. #wss366

I just read an interesting book about clandestine efforts to support the underground press in Poland during the 1980s: stevendbrewer.com/review-the-c...

Sometimes algae is just algae.

"Would you pass me the salt cubes?" "The what?" "The cubes of salt." "Do you mean the 'salt shaker'?" "I guess you could call it that." "That's a dumb name. It would like asking for the sugar granules." (1/2) #wss366

My dark eco-fantasy novella is available through most book retailers now! This short read is full of feminine rage, eco-rage, and sapphic kissing. Link is available via my Linktree (in my bio). #WriteSky #BookSky #Fantasy

The islanders worked diligently to carve the telephone, the dial, and wind up the cord. "Now call! Call John Frum! And the deliverance of our cargo will assured." The Chief picked up the handset, dialed, and spoke into the handpiece. "Now we just need to wait for 30 minutes!" he said. (1/2) #wss366

That's kind of a mean thing to say about other people.

"What!?" The Captain of the Holy Order of Knights was incredulous. He stared disbelievingly at the #knight who had just delivered the report. "Did I hear you correctly? You'd better repeat that." "I said," the knight reiterated, "that the Hero is having breakfast with the Demon Lord." (1/4) #wss366

Today's Wandering Shop Stories prompt at Mastodon is #knight. Join in and tag it with #wss366. Visit https://wandering.shop/@wss366 for more info.

Mewmew, one of the Butter Angels, was up late, long after Mama-san's izakaya had closed, working in the kitchen. "What's she working on?" asked Ruhrow. "It's some kind of fish," said Booboo. "*Akauo kasuzuke yaki*," said Mama-san. (1/2) #wss366

Lilija's older sister came to pick her up from the daycare. Before she went into the room, the Director beckoned to her and took her aside. "We just wanted to let you know that Lili was saying something today." "Oh? And what's that." (1/4) #wss366