Irene Boggan hated her name and hated her life, much of which she had spent on the streets. She had developed a thick skin, quick hands, and a sense for the inner workings of the human mind, rarely being tricked or surprised by danger. Those in the same runaway circles described her as being a wild cat, a stray who slinked around in the shadows staying out of danger but would not leave people who bothered her unscathed. Most people were the same to her, or could be categorised one way or another, and so she knew how to deal with them, but when an Omega-5 service-bot appeared in front of her, holding out an apple, she didn’t know what category he belonged to and so had not a clue as to how to deal with him.

Rini & Butler, Chapter 1

I’m close to finishing the fourth edit of Rini & Butler and though I have thought about where to send it off before, I’m still so uncertain about what to do with it. I’m proud of it, but at the same time, I have that usual worry about it actually being garbage. There are still some kinks that I need to work out, but I’m waiting on some readers for it to see if their perception of the issue is the same as the previous reader. I really need to get better at letting people read my work, haha.