Lili Saintcrow

Every time I think I’m Marketing Too Much, someone comments, “I didn’t know you had a book out!”

Take heart, fellow authors. Shout your work from the rooftops. I promise it’s not too much.

Weekly serial chapters, sneak peeks, or exclusives! Not to mention every paid Patreon tier (yep, from Two-Buck Chuck upward) gets access to my personal Discord, where we have a pretty good time if I do say so myself...

https://www.patreon.com/lilithsaintcrow/

“This is not a victimless crime – generative AI competes with the people whose work it is trained on, robbing them of their livelihoods. The government must protect the UK’s creatives, and refuse to legalise the theft of creative work by AI companies.” https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2026/mar/10/thousands-authors-publish-empty-book-protest-ai-work-copyright

So there's a "don't trust ProtonMail" news article going around. It's a little... er, misleading.

Buried in the article is the fact that Switzerland was pressured by the US to give up the payment details (a credit card) for the account--Proton is in Switzerland, subject to their stringent privacy laws.

For the afternoon crew: Subconscious Sorting
https://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/2026/03/subconscious-sorting/

Someone on Bsky dropped this into my replies and OMG. I can't stop cry-laughing.

https://vimeo.com/1168468796

My daughter: “No wonder the orcs were so cranky, if all they were eating was meat.”

Me: “Christ, can you imagine orc meat-sweats?”

My daughter: “…gotta take THAT one to D&D.”

It is a great joy in life to--so far as one can--leave places and groups where one is unwanted.

Frees up a lot of energy for other pursuits.

There's a mix of options available at my Patreon--snippets, sneak peeks, weekly serial chapters, years and years' worth of previous serials, and every tier gets access to my personal Discord server. https://www.patreon.com/lilithsaintcrow

...and that's done, the paperback wrap template for NIGEL is off to the cover designer; I can now take an edible and stagger toward the couch in order to fold some laundry.

Because I know how to party after finishing a giant chunk of a project.

Don't wanna look at the news. Guess I'll make another cuppa and go back to work.

Gonna put together a large-print edition for another book, so the morning doesn't feel wasted.

Christ, I hate this timeline.

Last call for (early) Weasel Boy Weekend! TAKEN is $2.99USD (and CAD) in ebook through these retailers, until 2/28. https://books2read.com/carcajou

More than one person in my DMs (or writing to me) about AFTERWAR this morning. I... don't know what to say.

There's a mix of options available at my Patreon--snippets, sneak peeks, weekly serial chapters, years and years' worth of previous serials, and every tier gets access to my personal Discord server. https://www.patreon.com/lilithsaintcrow

"Claude’s test refusal string works a bit like the EICAR Test File for antiviruses. If you put the test string anywhere in an input to Claude, it’ll just stop and refuse to keep processing the query."
https://pivot-to-ai.com/2026/02/11/the-anthropic-test-refusal-string-kill-a-claude-session-dead/

A very productive afternoon plus cocoanut chicken curry for dinner means I am absolutely ready to slither to bed with a history book.

I'll be working through the weekend, sure, so I'd better start it off right.

"And then we’re away, hanging onto Herr Hessel’s coat-tails as he rushes breathlessly around, visiting factories, offices, and theatres, ducking into restaurants and bookshops, and detouring into markets and fashion boutiques all over the city."
https://publicdomainreview.org/essay/the-blinkered-flaneur/

One of the major wonderful benefits an agent and one’s authorial peers both provide is validation that no, you’re not taking crazy pills, this tradpub is just fucking bonkers as well as incompetent, it’s absolutely not *you*.

Boxnoggin was FINALLY allowed near the backyard’s one daffodil. Though he was restrained from trampling it wholesale, he still managed to void his badder upon it, which may or may not cause a problem later.

He is utterly unrepentant. Indeed, he’s quite pleased with himself.

For the afternoon crew: New Cup...
https://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/2026/02/new-cup/

"Cory believes that one sometimes needs to make decisions based on one’s values. He just does not think that your values as someone not wanting to use LLMs matter."
https://tante.cc/2026/02/20/acting-ethical-in-an-imperfect-world/

New Ouija mug, who dis?

Boxnoggin, before walkies: “OHPLEASE MOTHER, MUST GO WALKABOUT, HURRY UP, I AM DYING OF NEED, THE WILDERNESS CALLS!”

Boxnoggin, upon the first step outside for walkies: “COLD WET NASTY DAMP WHAT THE HECKITY MOTHER NO WHY DO YOU MAKE ME DO THIS, BACK INSIDE NAO PLS…”

"Everything went according to plan until Bea actually drove the stake into the monster’s heart..."

DAYWALKER'S LEMAN, now available!

https://www.lilithsaintcrow.com/2026/02/release-day-daywalkers-leman/

I see you out here making excuses for the fucking ecology-wrecking slopaganda plagiarism machines, it's a block. Especially if you're trying to say we "need" them. We don't fucking need that theftvomit shite, go bleat elsewhere.

This morning the ol’ skull radio is playing a Nat King Cole medley, mostly in Spanish. Starts with Unforgettable, wanders through Quizas, Quizas, Quizas to Aquellos Ojos Verdes, then Perfidia before melting into Unforgettable again.

Probably won’t snow today, but damn the sky is trying.

There's a mix of options available at my Patreon--snippets, sneak peeks, weekly serial chapters, years and years' worth of previous serials, and every tier gets access to my personal Discord server. https://www.patreon.com/lilithsaintcrow

"In some cases, our reporting found, ChatGPT continued to stoke users’ obsessions as they descended into unwanted harassment, abusive stalking behavior, or domestic abuse, traumatizing victims and profoundly altering lives."
https://futurism.com/artificial-intelligence/ai-abuse-harassment-stalking

Well, I'm a hundred pages into this proof and have hit my stride, so tomorrow will be the day I get the largest chunk done. Which will be a relief.

But for now, Boxnoggin is giving me the huffy "time for bed, Mum" sighs. I suppose I ought to listen.

The slopaganda machine is neither alive nor sentient, and pretending that it is denotes either bare stupidity or a burning desire to get in on the grift.

So much could be fixed by coherent, appropriate consequences for the shitty behaviour of rich people.