If there is something that characterises me, it is that I am always willing to try out new things, even as there are many new things that I do not want to try. I have gotten and completed my first freelancer project, a translation project. It is not the first time I get paid for my translation services (most of the time I do not get paid). The first was when I did the book Flowing Desires for Vivian (a China-born Singaporean), who has since become a family friend. Kitten and I put in long hours to translate the novel - it was harder than we thought. This time, I translated an 8-page brochure from English to simplified Chinese. It was a brochure on yacht ownership, and it makes me really want to own one of those yacht memberships one of these days. If the Lord be willing, one day I shall. Perhaps when the children are all flown the coop, Kitten and I can live onboard a yacht! I was rewarded for my few hours of work with USD27 (USD 30 paid by my employer, of which USD3 goes to Freelancer...
The saga of the Mistress’ Child continues. “Welcome back, Little Mistress,” the familiar voice of the Butler called out to her as the Mistress’s Child returned from another of her walks around the tiny house. It might be small, but as long as her mother lay within, it was hers to maintain in as good a condition as possible. “What is it, Alfred?” She saw the frown on the Butler’s face. One thing she really liked about the Butler – he was a person very true with his feelings. “Your dress is so old, Little Mistress. Why don’t you go over to the Swedish store to get some new ones? I think Mistress would be happy to see you in new dresses.” “You know the rules, Alfred,” the Mistress’ Child replied with a smile, “My aunt has already placed a ban on the purchase of anything from the Swedish store. She claims that the local stores are as good, and buying from these stores would be cheaper since the sourcing is done by the purchasing staff at the Mansion.” “Little Mistress,” the Butler’s frow...
A story in the Shang Wars series. The Barbarians were one of the hardest the Generalissimo had to fight. They were cunning, and knew the limitations of the Empire in fighting them. The troops fought on weapons and ammunition that were hard won on petitions after petitions sent to the Imperial Court, staffed by eunuchs whose only mission in life seemed to be to prevent the war from being won. "Generalissimo, a missive from the special envoy sent by the Emperor to inspect the camp." The Generalissimo could not believe his eyes. The missive was full of complaints about the weapons of the troops being dirty, their shoes being not shiny and the camp being full of bandages left behind by the troops. Yes, they were all true, and all a sign of poor discipline in the camp. The Generalissimo understood that when troops were giving their lives trying to fight the enemy, the last thing anyone at the frontlines would think about was bearing and turnout. Sometimes he could not help but wo...
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