Three Things Thursday: Trying Tasseomancy, Organization, and a New Excerpt

Hello lovely readers! It’s Thursday, so I have three tidbits for you. Three is a magic number, after all!

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White tea in my china cup. Photo by M. A. Phillips, 2020
  • Reading the Leaves:
    I mentioned last month that I’m interested in learning tasseomancy, and I finally tried my hand at it! I used Nilgiri white tea some family gifted me. I went with this because it has a mild flavor and won’t make the water too bitter while drinking. Others with more experience suggested I try mint or rooibos because of the smaller leaves, and this really appeals to me because of my gardening and my addiction to rooibos at night! My research and experimentation will continue. I’d like to make it a weekly rite.

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  • Getting Organized:
    Now that I’m researching publishing options, I’ve noticed a lot of writers keep track of the business end of things using a planner. Since I often feel overwhelmed keeping track of bills and doctor appointments, I decided I needed more than my calendar app. I’m a visual person, and I write myself a lot of to-do lists that flutter about my desk. I’ve actually started to use it to help me plan my blog posts, too! I have a list of ideas to write about. If there are any topics you’d like me to explore, please comment!

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  • A New Excerpt From My Novel:
    I know some of you have seen this, especially if you follow me on Instagram. I’ve been taking part in a couple writing challenges, and it’s been such a fun excuse to share snippets of my novel! After several years of keeping my manuscript hidden in my heart, publishing other short stories gave me the boost of confidence I needed to share more. I really enjoy getting feedback from others, and it’s exciting to know people want to read my book! Thanks to everyone who has liked, commented, and encouraged my posts. As I type this, I’ve finally finished my latest round of edits! Stay tuned!
ch 33 excerpt
“An eerie melody drifted into Lacey’s mind like tendrils of incense smoke. Every hair on her scalp shivered.’Do you hear that?’ she hissed.
Cian squinted at the air. ‘Um… you mean the ducks?’
‘No! Wait…’ She tilted her ear toward the water. Three bubbles rolled out of the gloom like otherworldly marbles. The siren’s tune had shifted from that of a weeping mother to a huntress. ‘She’s calling me.'”  – River Magic by M. A. Phillips

 

 

 

 

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