Writing

Camp NaNoWriMo Redux

I've been going back and forth on whether I should blog about this or not and came to the conclusion that...it really doesn't matter, so I may as well. I'll be taking part in Camp NaNoWriMo again in July (aka to-freaking-morrow). I tried camp out in April and failed miserably, so miserably that I didn't… Continue reading Camp NaNoWriMo Redux

Me

Defining Albums

I've got this top five albums that I carry around in my heart. They aren't necessarily my top five desert island albums or the top five albums I think are the pinnacle of what music should be. These are if, say, I needed to explain to someone how the fuck I got this way without… Continue reading Defining Albums

Writing

A Vacancy Update – Season One End And Where It’s Going

After posting the season one finale of Vacancy at 11:30pm on a Monday, my scheduled release day, for the 15th time in a row, I'm sitting here feeling very fucking pleased with myself. After 6 months, 25 parts, and about 40,000 words, I actually, like, finished something. Well, sorta. But first of all, for those of you… Continue reading A Vacancy Update – Season One End And Where It’s Going

Me

A Hairstory

This is roughly what I used to look like at the end of 2014: I had cut my own hair for the first time with Christmas-themed craft scissors that were a gift from my friend Maggie (you can see the handle under my armpit). I gave myself swoopy bangs and layers, and I was feeling… Continue reading A Hairstory

Writing

Plotting v Pantsing

I've got a project that I'll be working on in July (maybe for NaNo???), and for the first time possibly ever I'm sitting down and really, truly, honest-to-goodness-ly plotting my ass off. Now, Dear Reader, usually I'm the kind of writer who flies by the seat of her pants. A pantser, if you will. I… Continue reading Plotting v Pantsing

Me

Searching For Home

In moments of great stress, every life form that exists gives out a tiny subliminal signal. This signal simply communicates an exact and almost pathetic sense of how far that being is from the place of his birth. - Douglas Adams Husband and I are on the hunt for a new place to live. Or,… Continue reading Searching For Home

Fun Stuff

Success Is A Fuckboi

I mused on success recently, and while doing so I had a thought. Success is often personified as a woman, fickle and choosy, mysterious and aloof, other feminine words and synonyms, but I don't know about all that. Women are only "mysterious" because when we don't want the thing that men think we should want,… Continue reading Success Is A Fuckboi

Me, Writing

The Need To Be Liked

I talked about the freedom of being phone-less recently, and since I've replaced my sad cracked-screen with a much more expensive but narrowly different model, I've been trying to limit my use of it. I could do better (damn you, Hogwarts Mystery!), and admittedly it hurts to drop a few hundred dollars on something just… Continue reading The Need To Be Liked

Fun Stuff

Thoughts While Watching 1999’s “She’s All That” For The First Time In Probably 10+ Years

(Note, I only started taking screenshots at the very end. Sorry.) (Second note, if you're here because you like She's All That, you might like my book, She's All Thaumaturgy!) No one looks like that in high school. Not in the 90s anyway. Matthew goddamned Lillard. Did Usher actually attend this school as a student? Or… Continue reading Thoughts While Watching 1999’s “She’s All That” For The First Time In Probably 10+ Years