Tethered here together…

Sara

Basil: Hey! Remember that fanfiction you started a few years ago? Me: Could you be more general? Basil: You KNOW the one. Me: (I’m gonna regret this)……Why? Basil: WHAT. IF. Me: Please don’t. Basil: No, but what if. Me: Stop. Basil: Hear me out. Me: There are already FOUR iterations of that thing. Knock it off. Basil: Here’s number five. Me: Weren’t you hibernating for the winter? Basil: Nah. Winter’s over. I’m here to help… Keep reading…Tethered here together…

Kill the Lights…

Sara

It is currently 62 degrees outside. In February. In Minnesota. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Anyway. I don’t remember when Basil the Gremlin Muse was officially created. I had ideas about a gremlin muse rolling around for a long time before I created a critter in the game Spore. The game came out in 2008 and the first mention I can find of Basil on the blog is in 2010. So he’s been around for at… Keep reading…Kill the Lights…

Fever-dream tangerine sweat…

Sara

I don’t know, ask Pete Wentz. Fever-dream tangerine sweat sounds like a review of Panic‘s Viva Las Vengeance album. *ahem* This is only about half as long as that monstrosity. And probably makes even less sense. Anyway. Clearing out my brain. And by brain I mean…well…my actual brain but also my writing folder. Same difference really. Regardless, not a pretty task. Writing about writing…folders. Twice in the history of this blog, I went through and… Keep reading…Fever-dream tangerine sweat…

Cut through the darkness…

Sara

Minnesota Weather Update: IT SNOWED. Like, measurable snowfall. It was probably three inches at most, but the snow removal company had to actually come out and shovel and plow for the first time this entire season. I heard shoveling around bedtime and looked outside and there were so many dudes with shovels, there was practically one in every driveway on our patch of street. Usually it’s one or two doing front steps while the truck… Keep reading…Cut through the darkness…

Always spinning…

Sara

February. January is always such a slog, but February has far too much baggage attached to it. Mech. At the beginning of the week, I opened the bedroom blinds and thought, why do things look so…orange-y? The sun was shining for the first time in…weeks? And it came back every day all week long. It’s been a nice change from all the gray and brown. I mean, it’s still completely brown out there because there… Keep reading…Always spinning…

Everything collides…

Sara

If I dug deep enough through the archives, I could probably find a good half dozen times I’ve written about this before. (Let’s be realistic, there’s probably far more than that.) (Effin Birds by Aaron Reynolds) Listen, Bird… Here’s a peek into my demented brain. Whenever I write about writing, my brain is constantly telling me DON’T REVEAL TOO MANY DETAILS about whatever story I’m talking about. Like somebody might stumble across the post and… Keep reading…Everything collides…