Mopolis
@mopolis
Author of: The Afterwards Trilogy Extractivism I * The Lithium Thread Extractivism II * The Greenfield Project WIP: Emberglen Island * Refuge from the Hollowbles #books #geopolitics #nature #survival #philosophy
Can we talk about the cute baby hairs on this tiny water melon? Also, I'm growing water melon in my garden in the Netherlands.... This ain't Plant Hardiness zone 7 anymore, Dorothy! #climatechange www.plantmaps.com/interactive-...
Also, it seems there's some kind of rat race going on..., (source Kyle Glen on X)
Currently adding a little science fiction to my dystopian fiction work in progress, and I can't lie... I'm having so much fun with it. ☺️ Emberglen Island - Refuge from the Hollowbles. Coming soon! #readers #booksky #publishers #AmQuerying
Apparently, the Mussert Cross and NSB Propaganda Medals are handed out today. 🥴
Sateloons. Well, I guess they read one of my books. 😜 (Forwards 2022) There are no words to describe a dystopian/near-future author's feelings when one of their carefully researched theoretical inventions is caught up on in reality. It works. Great!
My favorite line from my #WIP today: "Exclusion is the art of getting closer to a discovery." (Xareed) Emberglen Island - Refuge from the Hollowbles. Coming soon! #readers #booksky #publishers #MSWL #AmQuerying
There's this song about the crazy carousel of life. It has won contests, it has won hearts. Not only because of the beautiful vocals and music, but especially because of the lyrics that are relatable to everyone. Fortunately, the blades of most windmills are made of steel.
There is no greater art than being able to still radiate the beauty of springtime, even though the sun is already setting.
My favorite line from my #WIP today: "The spontaneous acts we perform out of love or concern for others don’t need excuses or disclaimers. It’s what sets us apart from the Hollowbles." Title reveal: Emberglen Island Subtitle: Refuge from the Hollowbles #writing #booksky #publishers #agents.
Just new leaves emerging from the buds of a grapevine, where the minty-like green color transitioning into pink, is still enveloped in velvet. All year round you doubt whether the dead-looking branches will bloom, and when they finally do, it is comforting that the event is in conjunction with hope.
When your words don't seem to matter, when your efforts seem in vain. When your intentions are ignored, when your energy is drained. When you forgot to guard your boundaries, when you're crawling in the sand. Please remember, in this lifetime, even your loyalty, has an end.
A protective shield of ice covered the dandelion, strangely making it survive the unplanned cold. It blossomed in the wrong conditions, too eager to replace the new with the old. All it took was to be sprayed with a layer of pure mist. Allowing it, at the bottom of the orchard, to exist. #nature