Howdy, howdy, squiders. I spent today patching and then painting the closet (we found a solution that basically included buying random things from IKEA, and we’ll see how that goes once we put everything together) which is, well, what it
WriYe and Pantsing
It’s that time of month. March’s prompt from WriYe reads as such: Planner, pantser or plantser? Why? Okay, quick runthrough for the new people (because we’ve definitely talked about pantsers and planners before)–planners outline before they start writing, pantsers start
Stuck on Horror
Hi, squiders! How are you? I’ve got the small, mobile ones’ Pinewood Derby cars finished finally (they did most of the work, I just had to attach the wheels and the weights, but we haven’t had time to work on
Being Productive, Yet Not
Good afternoon, squiders. It is snowing YET AGAIN, which is in theory a good thing because I don’t want any more of the state to burn down, but is also annoying because it keeps snowing when I have to go
WriYe and Romance (Again)
Hello hello, squiders. I almost don’t want to do this one. I feel like every February, the WriYe blog post revolves around romance. (No, I’ve gone and checked, and one was about motivation, and another about inspiration. 2019, however, was
Draft Done! (And Other Sundry)
Hooray! I finished my first draft of my Gothic horror novella yesterday! (I also sat down and wrote over 3K in less than a few hours, FINALLY, omg.) Is it good? Who knows? It also doesn’t matter til it’s time
WriYe and the New Year
Once again, we’re doing WriYe (short for Writing Year, formerly NaNoWriYe in the ancient past of the aughts). This is…*counts on fingers*…year four since I came back at the beginning of 2019. Every month there is a blog post prompt,
So Far, So Good
Howdy, squiders. I’ve had an interesting week–had a close contact test positive over the weekend (no worries, they’re doing fine) and so decided that it was best to get tested myself, just in case. (Just got my results back, and
Okay, Let’s Get on the 2022 Train
Okay, okay. We’re three days away from 2022, so I guess we should act like it. (On a side note, I’ve checked out a laptop at the library, which, on one hand feels very neat, but on the other hand,
WriYe and the Year’s End
It’s that time of month again. And that time of year. Madness. Also, I talked about this over at Turtleduck Press earlier this week, but does anyone else feel like 2021 is a liminal year? Like, that it doesn’t really
