Category: creative endeavors

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…

It ain’t nothin’ new…

Sara

…) Every time writing sinks to critical mass for an extended period, my brain starts grappling for some other kind of creative outlet to latch onto. New websites that never see the light of day, new craft projects that won’t get finished, buying new books that won’t get read, filling wishlists on Amazon with things associated with stories that I will never buy. I’ve been tweaking a lot of things behind the scenes with my… Keep reading…It ain’t nothin’ new…

Always on the hunt…

Sara

IT’S SNOWING!!! Again. They’re running out of room to pile this stuff up when they plow and it’s only the middle of January. WordPress automatically installs a new default theme every year. And every year, WordPress yells at me for the security risk of having an inactive theme—which is last year’s automatically installed default theme. You made that mess, WordPress, YOU clean it up. (Yes, I know there are a multitude of reasons why WP… Keep reading…Always on the hunt…

Clock strikes to five…

Sara

I make an effort to try to write every day. Even if it only results in editing a few typos and deleting a metric fuckton of superfluous commas. Sometimes I only read through things I’ve written. But the point is dedicating time out of every day to focus on writing. That’s writing, which is different from blogging. For me at least. It probably shouldn’t be, but my screwball brain has always seen them as two… Keep reading…Clock strikes to five…

Nothing more left here to see…

Sara

I love my home architect program. I spend hours designing and tweaking floor plans for story projects. It’s like my favorite video game. In high school I entertained the idea of becoming an architect. I had been fixated on designing houses since an 8th grade tech class had us designing a 2-bedroom house on graph paper. When I realized I could design my own houses for my stories, I was all over that shit. My… Keep reading…Nothing more left here to see…

Let it all come out…

Sara

Every time I write about writing, I spend a ridiculous amount of time reading and rereading the post looking for reasons not to post it. I start and stop and tab out to another website, or another program entirely, and wait another day or two before reading the post again. It’s a very choppy, ADHD-esque process. I do a lot of the same starting and stopping and tabbing out to other screens when I’m writing… Keep reading…Let it all come out…