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Leto Armitage, Quartermaster
Life continues while a certain sock demon seems intent on provoking me. I’ve left better socks than him crusty under my bed when I was a teenager.
Tomorrow has again become today. I didn’t notice at first because I slept through it, but the Captain banged on my door very loudly at an ungodly hour that no man should see – noon. Oh well, coffee, tea or rum, they’re all on the sideboard, let’s start the log review.
In This Week’s Ship’s Log
Since last I penned one of these I finished up the rough draft of a yuri (girl’s love) story called Catgirl From Saturn. It is a take on the themes of the classic Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galathea with some cross-pollination from Clamp’s Chobits. Catgirl is an adult story in the sense that I can not…
When I met the dwarven engineer Cerran my first impression was that I didn’t know you could have a little people dwarf but then I realized it was age. He had folded in upon himself as if the weight of years had crushed him. I had thought dwarves aged like stone but he was more like a man and simply…
When a French queen said “let them eat cake” do you think she meant that as in a cake or was she suggesting she wasn’t getting enough loving down below? I like to think it was the later, but we’re talking about bread cake today, not kitty cake. This is a…
Next week, it’s our Ship’s Witch, M.W. Marie McLeod who takes over the newsletter. I look forward to seeing what her little sock familiar is going to do. He’ll unspool when he sees what I have coming for him BWHAHAHAHA … excuse me. I got a little carried away.
ABOUT LETO ARMITAGE
Leto Armitage was born in America under a set of circumstances that prophesied that he would one day unite the lost tribes and return the Ever Summer. Somewhere around twelve, he realized he had been left unsupervised and binged too many Arthurian movies in his formative years and that he was just another kid who accidentally got an education while reading above his age level.
By the time he turned old enough to get a passport, he started finding excuses to travel determined to find out what culture, food and women there were to experience. After learning to grill in Oaxaca, do kinbaku in Japan, and being banned from several former Soviet block countries, he returned home to settle down and see what damage he could do locally.
After working jobs including being a short order cook, bodyguarding strippers and professionally doing reader’s advisory for erotica he realized the most reasonable path forward was to become a writer. Today he lives with cats, dogs, and humans who seem to like him despite actually knowing him. He prefers to sit on his back deck, listening to the birds and Barry the Bumblebear bee, while he writes cozy, uplit romance and raunchy erotica.