it's a convoluted mess
For the last several years I still had a job, I suffered migraines constantly. It got to a point where I had a minimum of two a week and felt downright shitty in the aftermath in between. I powered through a lot of work days popping Excedrin like candy and downing Mt Dew or other caffeinated beverages like water. I also missed a lot of work because there were days I couldn’t lift my head… Keep reading…My grain…
When I’m developing a new story, I spend countless hours just naming the characters. I have multiple copies of baby name books and spend more time than I care to admit pouring over thousands of names trying to find the right fit. When all is said and done, I typically have a goto list that tends to repeat in most projects, but they’re names that I like and don’t mind using over and over again,… Keep reading…Name Game…
With an extensive arsenal of inside jokes and such from over the years, one would think things would get less funny over time. I’m more than likely the only one who actually remembers most of this crap. And then something pops into my head from several years ago and makes me laugh out loud when I’m sitting by myself at four in the morning and I think to myself: nobody would get this. Ah well…such… Keep reading…The inside…
I’ve been battling a massive mental block lately when it comes to blogging. Writing I’ve been doing. Not necessarily the writing I really want to be doing, but writing nonetheless. I spent weeks working daily on a single project. The main document is sitting at 96 pages and about 46,000 words. I haven’t written anything on that project now in about two weeks. I’ve been working on something else. All because of a ridiculous dream…. Keep reading…Still a burning ember…
Is it really going to be 70 degrees this week? Or is the forecast just fucking with me? So the other night…Thursday, methinks…I had this dream. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I almost sat bolt-upright in bed and said out loud, “What. The Actual. FUCK?” Instead I just stared up at the ceiling, thinking to myself, Seriously…WTF do you smoke before bed, Sister? This can’t be good for your wellbeing…. Keep reading…And then I wound up in a padded room…
I just deleted 24 spam comments from my filter. Of those 24 comments, 15 of them were all for the same post. When I do a mass-delete of spam comments, the majority of the comments are for that exact post. I have no idea what possible keyword in that post causes it to garner so much spam, but it’s very bizarre. Also, people need a fucking hobby. Write a bot that’s useful mmmkay? Or go… Keep reading…Grace…