My Pet Project – Diary of a Space Bum

Last year, I joined a site called WritScrib with the hopes that it would really just take off. I donated $5 for a beta key to get early access to the site as it was still being built. It did not disappoint… with the sole exception that it didn’t succeed and closed down. But it did present a unique opportunity for me. You see, the proposed format of the site was perfect for a project I wanted to do where I did creative writing every day for a year. The particular type of audience on the site were a grab-bag mix of creative types. Everything from traditional art to digital. Painters, writers, hell even throat singers and basket weavers. It was a microcosm of only content creators rather than the general public. A perfect place to shape what I wanted this project to be, and what I wanted it all to encompass. It also provided a perfect place for critique, ideas, collaboration, and resources.

Unfortunately it ultimately failed. Despite this, my desire to continue my writing project persisted. I just had to decide the right… place to put it. And so I really gave it thought. I examined places I already had accounts. The ability to make sub-domains, alternate blogs, etc.

While one would THINK Tumblr would be ideal, given it’s flexibility and endless customization…. It’s also a very polarizing and divisive webspace. One where a person can get locked out of their account and lose years worth of content just because one person didn’t like a cat picture you posted and got everyone they knew to harass and report you for it. Seriously, this kind of thing happens there all the time. So, while Tumblr would be perfect – I wouldn’t trust its reliability with a hardboiled egg let alone my pet project.

Ultimately I decided to do it here on WordPress. The reason being I have the app on my phone and on my other laptop so there’s literally no excuse not to do my daily posts. I have some of the originals from WritScrib which I’ve posted already. You can read them here, on Diary of a Space Bum.

I hope you enjoy it.

Peanut Butter, Apple Jelly, I like bread.

I’ve written before, ages ago now, that my son is autistic. We played hell getting him his disability as well as various services and programs he needs. Well, I’m happy to say that next year he will no longer be receiving PT services at school! What little he needed help with, the PT specialist is confident he’s got down and mastered. So, milestone hit!

He’s speaking more, and finally – FINALLY – is saying what he actually wants! Usually. Half his spoken vocabulary is still hard to understand. But this last weekend I think I might have hit a solution. Unfortunately for those around me who can’t appreciate my off-key and tone-deaf singing, it’s going to be quite painful to listen to all the time.

My son loves music. Like any child his age, he loves to dance and move around to music. He likes to try and sing along with songs.

But he also responds to it faster and easier than the spoken word. I made this discovery last Friday evening while making him dinner. He’s a very picky eater, and has never had apple jelly before. He specifically requested apple jelly on his sandwich (unfortunately we didn’t have any. All we had was grape, and my husband’s strawberry preserves). I was goofing off and sing-songing everything, as I do when the Lego Movie is on because honestly, I’m not ashamed to say that “Everything is Awesome” is one of my favorite songs and is actually on most of my playlists on my other laptop. It’s a really great song and my son, of course, LOVES IT.

So, I was singing at him during a commercial break the words “peanut butter jelly bread peaches”. He responded with “apple jelly”. Now, he loves apples. He can clearly say the word apple. And banana. And sometimes pear. When he is requesting a specific food, it is nearly always last in what he is saying. I say nearly because in the last month he’s taken to saying “please” after the object or snack he wants. So, at first I thought he meant he wanted an apple with his peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead of peaches. So I asked him “Do you want an apple?” of course that time I didn’t sing it at him. When I realized he wasn’t going to respond, I thought “what the hell why not?” and sang the question at him. His response? A very firm and very no-nonsense “Apple Jelly”. This went on for a few more minutes until I said “We don’t have apple jelly. We have purple jelly.” And he pouted and said “purple jelly.”

Yesterday, I went to the store to get a few things for the house and while I was there decided to grab a jar of apple jelly. When it was dinner time and it was time to make his sandwich I looked at him and I sang “I bought apple jelly. Do you want apple jelly?” And he very enthusiastically shouted back at me “Apple jelly!”

You know when kids take apart an Oreo or other similar cookie to get the cream out of the center and eat it first? Well that’s exactly what happened with the apple jelly on this kid’s sandwich. He pulled it apart like an Oreo and started licking the crap out of that apple jelly. I have never seen him attack a food so enthusiastically before. Not even a McDonald’s french fry, which are his absolute favorite of all the fast foods out there.

So of course after making this monumental discovery of the singing rather than speaking to him and the apple jelly, I immediately messaged his special ed Pre-K teacher and told her about it. (There’s an app called Seesaw that the teachers encourage parents to download and use so we can see pictures of our kids doing fun stuff at school, or the teachers can message us directly if there’s a problem or concern. It’s so freaking helpful.)

So that’s been my weekend so far. Pretty good, considering school is closed today and tomorrow for some ungodly reason. Winter Break, they call it. I call it any excuse to get more time off from classes.

So I had this pack of canvases just laying around, as you do…

So. It’s cold as hell and I got bored. I had this 6 pack of 8″x10″ canvases and was wondering… “What’s my name look like in Gallifreyan?” This was the result.


My name in Gallifreyan.

So then I said, “Well, that barely fits the canvas all by itself. Best add some lines. Make it look funky.” So I did that and moved onto another picture.

And with the new picture I said to myself, “Wonder what my husband’s name looks like in Gallifreyan?” and so I plugged his first name into the generator and copied it out onto another canvas. But then I looked at it and went “There’s all this white space off to the side. Best add some lines like I id to mine and make it look funky. And after I did that I still was not satisfied. It looked… off. So then I thought, “Hey, he likes Iron Man. Let’s give him some Iron Man.” Because at some point while drawing I subconsciously decided this was going to be a gift for my husband apparently. And after doing a bit of Googling on the old Google I found some arc reactor clip-art that was easy to draw out. And so this final product was born.


Husband’s name n Gallifreyan.

But then I looked at mine and went…. “Now that’s just bland as hell.” And added in two things from stuff I enjoy. The Deathly Hallows symbol from Harry Potter, and the Dragon Power Coin from Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers. And then just for shits and giggles, I added the number 42 (Not pictured in my picture above though because I added it after the picture was taken.


Left to right/bottom: Dot Guy (H2G2G), TARDIS (Doctor Who), The Guide (H2G2G), A Scutter (Red Dwarf)

Well, then since I was on a roll, I decided to keep drawing. I mean, I had 4 more canvases left over and these things have been sitting in my house for about 5 months or so now. I did two more. The first is another fandom one that focuses primarily on the sci-fi things I enjoy. Doctor Who, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and Red Dwarf.

The second one was inspired by a series of videos by Youtube personality Markiplier. The videos were a 4 part story called “Who Killed Markiplier?” and were shot in First Person perspective. It’s really cool and gives some origins of 2 of the characters that he plays in different spoofs, skits, and such.

These are all rough sketches on canvas at the moment, but will be finished off over the next week or two. I want to do all of them as mixed media using yarn, paint (both acrylic and watercolor), embroidery thread, and tissue paper. Its been a long time since I’ve done actual art stuff and with my birthday coming up next week I really want to get SOMETHING done as a sort-of gift to myself. The one with my name in Gallifreyan will be going on my awesome stuff wall behind my desk, while the others… who knows. Maybe I’ll find a way to ship off my Markiplier one to the man himself once it’s finished and dried. I hope to post pictures of the finished products before the last day of the month, but don’t hold me to that!


Who Killed Markiplier? – I call them Warfball and Darkball

Two posts in the same month and within days of one another?

By the gods, it’s a mid-winter miracle!

Actually, not really. I’m just feeling very…. contemplative I guess. Then again that always happens when I listen to Nate Ruess on repeat in my Youtube playlist. I find myself staring at folder upon folder on my laptop and wondering when I gathered so many unfinished writing projects and stories.

And then I find myself drawn back to Space Bum. Or rather, my writing project that I had developed for Writscrib. It has promise, it really does. But I just need to get myself on a strict “I do this every day” schedule. I get distracted easily which is a rather big problem.

Anyway, so I find myself reading through all these old unfinished fanfics and stories with nothing to show for them. Until now. I started a “series” or somesuch on Archive of our Own where I’m going to be putting all my utter crack stories and unfinished stories. This gets them off my laptops and my portable drives, but also allows me to see if there is any interest in a particular idea that I might want to develop if I see people actually respond well to it.

Anyway, that’s pretty much all that’s on my mind at the moment.

It’s a post!

Hark! I have returned to make a post!

Not like many care, but those of you who do, then I thank you.

These days I’ve been in a slump. Not exactly a writer’s block, not exactly a depression, and not exactly a health related issue either. Though all three are certainly components of my lack of posting and interacting these days. Those who’ve known me in my offline life know I’m prone to going long periods of being incommunicado. It’s not that I don’t see messages, emails, texts, calls, etc. It’s just that for some reason I can’t work up the personal motivation to respond or reach out. Sometimes I’m literally just too busy. Other times I just… don’t. I’ve always been this way and will likely always be this way.

That said, I’ve been rather active on Tumblr more and more recently. It’s mainly due to the failure of Writscrib, which I adored. It was a nice alternative to Tumblr but due to poor money management or whatever, it spiraled straight down the drain. That’s alright, I was only out $5 I donated to the kickstarter so I’m not too terribly upset about that. It was months and months ago that it flopped anyway.

I’m likely to change over my Tumblr URL soon actually, just to preserve the one I use most. See, there’s this problem – Tumblr for some ungodly reason (Apple kicking it from the App store) has decided to go off on the deep end and start banning all NSFW stuff. Now, while I appreciate the sentiment as it gets rid of a very big problem involving porn bot blogs randomly messaging me and following me to entice me to open myself up for hacks and viruses with their erotic goodies and pictures of big round titties, it does pose a serious issue with what exactly constitutes NSFW.

For example, I had exactly ONE post flagged. It was a post that contained one single image, and was tagged with “artist resource”. It was a blank body model. No nipples. No overly detailed genitals. As a matter of fact, it was a featureless, faceless, genderless white generic figure in a generic super hero pose. Not even a sexy super hero pose. Rather than appeal it, I deleted it altogether. No big deal. Right?


See, even if I had appealed the flagging of the post, the mere fact that the single post was flagged at all immediately marked my Tumblr blog as “explicit”. I mean, I’m no saint. I’ve got lots of other stuff on that particular blog that could very well fall under the new NSFW policy guidelines. But with over 15,000 posts and reblogs to my name I’m not going to sit there and go through each individual post to make sure my blog meets the SFW criteria before appealing to get the explicit label removed.

So instead, I’m going to back-up all my blogs (since it’s the main blog, the primary, that is in hot water at the moment) and shuffle URLs around to my back-up account. That way my URL doesn’t get permanently removed and unusable. Unfortunately this means I have to update some other stuff on my backup account, which is annoying. And copy all of my code for my main blog theme. But it’s totally worth it to not lose my URL. The posts I can deal with, but the URL is basically my “brand” so to speak.

Anyway, things are generally good and my back hurts like a bitch. But that’s life.

Not dead (well, not yet anyway)

So….. Wow. Not a single post since April! Bet people forgot I’m even bloody here. But that’s alright! I write here mostly for myself anyway.

So the goings on in my life are thusly – medically I’m still in the same boat so no updates there other than “hey, pain! all i know is pain!” so that’s nothing new. My son’s doing quite well with school and has been saying A LOT of things now! Still barely recognizable as actual words, but he’s now trying to establish a base for communication with repetitive words and actions and that’s taken AGES.

Mom’s doing alright. Her health has gotten worse, but that’s expected with her age and different conditions.

Husband found out he’s got a slip disk. His L5 on his S1. And it’s been causing him issues for a long time but no one’s been able to catch it till now.

It’s his birthday. He’s 45 years old today.

Dealing With Myelf

I’ve been rediscovering my love of Power Rangers these last few weeks and trying to decide if my body is fighting with me or not. Some days are better than others, and I can do a bit more than usual. Other days, I have to drag myself out of bed because if I don’t I’d spend all day in it.

My pain these days has made me quicker to anger than usual, in some cases to an extreme that frightens me. I haven’t harmed anyone – but with my particular set of anger issues it can be a possibility. Unfortunately I take after my dad in that respect. Part of why I’m in therapy, and will likely stay in therapy till the day I die. Unlike my dad, I do have a brief few moments before I fly into the Rage where I’m still aware, lucid, and can redirect or leave the room before I cause true harm. The fact that I am this way scares the shit out of me, and I don’t have episodes often but when they happen… holy crap.

Part of good coping skills is changing your “self-talk”. That’s what I’ve been doing the last few weeks, and my therapist has been really helpful and supportive in helping me figure out a good language for me to use for talking myself down and referring to my “episodes”. Part of my problem is that certain terminology I’ve used my whole life is also negatively associated with my dad – specifically our very similar anger and rage issues. Thinks like “seeing red” I’ve switched to “seeing green”. Instead of “raging” I’m “Hulking out”. This removes the mental association I have with my dad which makes me feel even worse than I normally would after an episode. It also reminds me that I’m not, and never will be my father. By using terminology reminiscent of The Hulk, it tells me that there are times when I can’t control my anger, but that I am not always like this. Whereas my dad WAS always like this. He chose not to do anything about his problems, but I choose to work on them and improve them. It’s slow going, but I haven’t had a full Hulking Out since right before I met my husband. So about five years. I had an episode a few weeks ago, and I’ve been dealing with that and developing more coping skills as a result.

Which brings me back to Power Rangers, surprisingly enough. See, as I said before my pain levels have been causing me to be quicker to anger. I’ve got a shorter fuse than normal while I learn to re-adjust around the increased chronic pain and the shifting stresses in my life. So I’ve been re-watching Power Rangers, all the way from the very first ever episode, as part of my cool-down/wind-down time. It’s soothing to me and comforting because it’s something I associate fondly with from my otherwise turbulent childhood. Plus it’s so poorly made, and ridiculous that when I’ve had a harder than normal day, or had an angrier than normal day, it helps pull me out of myself while I ridicule specific plots or monsters in the series. Such as the lead up infamous Peace Conference from MMPR season 2 where they got rid of the original Red, Yellow, and Black Rangers. The body doubles were ridiculous but nowhere near as horrid as the voice double for the Red Ranger. My gods that was… painful to hear.

Anyway, that’s been it. Just me dealing with myself the last few weeks.

“Life, don’t talk to me about life.”

Ah. One of my favorite quotes from my favorite manically depressed robots, Marvin. Douglass Adams truly knew what he was doing when he created him. Truly Marvin is the most relatable of fictional robots.

It’s been just over a month since I’ve posted. It’s a combination of lack of blogging inspiration, lack of motivation, seasonal depression, regular depression, medical issues, financial issues, scheduling issues, family drama, and working on a writing project.

January 14th is the anniversary of my brother’s death in 2014. Throughout the holiday season, and onward through January and February, my mom goes through severe depression. She’s lost a lot of family members in January over the years, and despite my birthday being in the same month, she just can’t find the joy in life this time of year. Not that I’m complaining, because I love my mom. I’d do anything for her, have done. She’s one of the hills I’d gladly die on, because I know she’d do the same for me no matter the reason or cause. That’s just how we are. But January runs me ragged. I’m on egg shells, and dealing with my own thoughts and feelings towards things this time of year as well and this year… I just couldn’t keep up.

And then I got a notification in the mail that my husband’s disability case is under review. We had to fill out functionality reports. The last time I had to do that for someone was my niece (husband’s side of the family) and it didn’t turn out that well. Once they got the paperwork in, and I was able to relax a bit, we get ANOTHER notice in the mail. On date night. Now he’s got to go in tomorrow morning in Rome for a mental evaluation for additional shit to do with the review. And I’m just so fucking stressed.

This last week, my birthday week, has been especially trying. I had to deal with paperwork related to the appointment tomorrow morning. Reschedule everything I possibly could because someone at my mom’s job quit suddenly and she had to pick up almost all the shifts left open, which meant her hours changed, and I had to reschedule everything. Only there was an appointment on my birthday that I couldn’t reschedule because it was my son’s IEP meeting to set things up for the next school year. Monday, mom suddenly had to go to a meeting at work at the most inconvenient of times which meant I couldn’t take the car in to get worked on. Up to this point it had been stalling out on us pretty frequently but we didn’t have the time or money to get it fixed. My birthday – Tuesday – IEP meeting. I was then going to go take the car to the mechanic. But lo and behold mom’s hours got fucked up AGAIN and she had to be into work earlier than she originally did. Finally Wednesday, I can take the car to get worked on. Only to find out that part of what’s wrong with it will cost between $1200-$1500 to get fixed (and that’s if we get a used/rebuilt transmission instead of new). But my mechanic’s an honest guy, and he fixed everything he could fix for me. Car runs better but it’s only a matter of time now before the transmission finally goes. So I tell mom what happened and the situation. That we’ve got to save every penny. No more candy bars at the grocery store unless we really REALLY budget it in. And I mean every single penny. Mind you, I’m now operating on the hope that my husband’s disability case isn’t closed out, but on the assumption that it’s a possibility. So I’m working with a budget 2/3 what I normally work with. Just in case. Did I mention that since we were doing so well before all of this that I decided there was enough in the budget to treat my family with bumping our Comcast bill from just internet (which was costing us nearly $100 a month anyway) to a bundle with TV for $120 a month? Well… guess what I’m locked into for 2 years unless I want to pay a $250 contract cancellation fee? – This is the entire reason I kept off the contract plan for 3 years. Just in case situations like the one we are in now came up and I had to start dumping luxury bills. So what day are we up to now? Wednesday right? Okay. Well that was Wednesday. Thursday I could FINALLY get to doing laundry! Hurrah! Only half a week late. So I managed to get that done. But wait! In order to get it done, I had to take mom to work that evening because guess what I spent all morning doing! Grocery shopping and paying bills. Friday morning, mom got off at 7AM. So, I rolled out of bed when my son got up for school, got dressed and left right as his bus was pulling up. Didn’t even have my coffee yet. Managed to have a few minutes to spare so I could roll up to the RaceTrac and get mom coffee and some sausage biscuits. Got myself some croissants and realized I’d promised my husband I’d get him a coffee, too. Problem: we only have 2 cup holders in the car. So I got him and mom their coffees. I got myself a bottle of water. Told myself no big deal, I needed more water anyway. Mom had to roll back into work at 3pm. Husband went and paid rent since I didn’t get to it the day before (which is fine, it was only the 2nd. It’s due on the 5th.) He calls me not long after he gets there and tells me that the landlord sold the house. While we’re still living here. Knowing we needed time to get our credit in order because we wanted to do rent to own. We made this known right up front before moving in, told him it might be a few years because my husband had NO credit and mine was screwed from medical stuff. He said that was fine. Now we’ve got a new homeowner – same landlord company (as far as we know) and the person bought the place sight unseen. The last time I’ve been in this position the new owners knocked on my door and said we had 2 weeks to get out. My friend Crystal actually helped me move a lot of the boxes from our old place in Debary to our new place in Deltona between classes for a few days so it would be less that my mom and dad had to deal with. So I’ve been in full metal panic paranoia mode since Friday.

On top of all of this I am still dealing with my chronic pain in my back and now in both knees as the tendons and ligaments are literally deteriorating and my kneecaps are sliding out of place little by little as time goes by while my L5 is also disintegrating. The cluster headaches are getting worse but I’ve literally had no time to get to the doctor’s to get my meds refilled let alone adjusted.

So pretty much my entire world right now is being held together by rage, spite, and duct tape and I’m barely holding it together because if I crumble, literally everyone else will, too. I just hate having to be the strong foundation all of the time for everyone.

However! I’ve got a plan! It’s not a cunning plan, but a plan nonetheless! I’m still seeing my therapist every 2 weeks, and that’s been my lifeline. The main reason I’ve been holding it together as well as I have for so long like this. But I can’t rely on that alone.

I’ve been taking at least one afternoon a week, for a minimum of 3 hours, during a weekday. And for that time I am sitting in a quiet, quasi-dark corner of the library with my old clunky laptop. And I’ve got headphones. And I’m writing. Or I’m photoshopping, or both. The important thing is I put my phone on vibrate, pull out my laptop, and I have uninterrupted (save for emergencies) me time. I know that I certainly wouldn’t have been able to survive these last 2 weeks if not for my library time.

So, I’m going to keep it up no matter what life is throwing at me because it’s pretty much the only free thing I can do where I can get there regardless of if I have the car or not (we live a few blocks away and if I take my pain meds approximately 45 minutes before leaving the house I’m able to walk there if I have to. Take my anti-inflammatory about half an hour before I leave the library and I can make it back.

Anyway, I have a bit of writing to do tonight before bed.

Hope you all had a lovely holiday (I know I did!)

I know I haven’t posted much at all this month. I tend to go a bit dormant in the winter, like a bear. Or some other winter slumbering large blubbery mammal. Seasonal depression, holiday stress, etc. is typically the case. This year, however, it’s just been holiday stress and working on a writing project.

I’ve said before, ages ago, that I write fanfiction as well as my own original works. But for those who didn’t know – Hi, I’m Z. I write fanfiction for all kinds of things (formerly mostly Doctor Who, Harry Potter, and Sherlock Holmes related stories). It’s a fun hobby and I’ve met some really amazing people this way.

Now that that’s out of the way, my holidays went rather well despite the stress. I hope all of you had a good one yourselves! My husband made ham for Christmas and it was absolutely delicious. The best one he’s done since our first Christmas together. He does it in the rotisserie, and holy crap it’s amazing. Always comes out perfectly cooked and perfectly glazed (I always make a home-made maple brown sugar honey glaze. This year it was molasses and orange juice based… or it would have been had I had enough orange juice. So I cut it with part of a bottle of Motts for Tots apple juice and some Sicilian orange marmalade). My husband got me a Ninja blender and my mom got me an electric skillet. Now, I know most women don’t like getting kitchen appliances for gifts but holy crap it’s perfect and they are exactly what I wanted for Christmas!

I wasn’t the only one to luck out though. We got my mom a new desk weeks ago, as an early present. My husband was able to put it up tonight. I had to clear out a space in her room and get rid of a bunch of junk she’d just kept holding onto for no reason other than not feeling like dealing with it. Well, she’s got her desk set up now! My husband got some retro game systems (you know the plug and play types with like 100 games pre-loaded into them). And he got a new set of tools that includes a new power drill and hammer and all sorts of goodies.

My son also had a great haul this year. Lots of DVDs (mostly Paw Patrol), a big marker/crayon/art supplies set (also Paw Patrol themed), plastic dinos that he absolutely loves (gift from my sister and her husband), a giant crayon filled with megablocks, a Paw Patrol themed sleeping bag with matching little pillow. And a Paw Patrol bike complete with training wheels. I’m taking him to the park tomorrow sometime so he can try it out!

I know it sounds like a lot of stuff, and sounds rather greedy. But I am genuinely grateful for the fact that my family was able to afford giving each other such wonderful gifts this year. It sounds like a lot, but it really wasn’t. And most stuff was bought from the discount dollar bins at Walmart (except for most of my son’s stuff).

Anyway, onto the other reason I’ve been busy. My writing project. That bit about fanfiction up there is pretty much what this relates to. I write fanfiction mostly as a stress reliever, and over the course of the last month and a half I wrote a story for a fandom that I hadn’t posted (publicly) for before. There was this show from 2007-2010 called Heroes. NBC came out with a continuation/sequel a few years ago called Heroes Reborn, and it well and truly sucked. So I tend to pretend that the sequel doesn’t exist. Anyway, I won’t bore anyone with plot and details and stuff because I’m pretty sure none of you really care about my shipping preferences, my OTP, and my ridiculous daydream fantasies. What I want to talk about is the process/method of my writing it.

Typically when I sit down to write a fanfiction, or any story really, I have a loose idea of what I want to do and where I want to go with it already sort-of thought out. I make a very bare bones outline for each main character’s motivations and personalities.¬† I make a very bare bones outline of the plot and the conflict I want to take place, then I get to work hammering out the details chapter by chapter. For fanfiction especially once I complete a chapter, edit it, correct it, check it for more editing, then it gets posted online, and i get to work on the next chapter.

However I knew that for this particular story that wasn’t going to work. There really wasn’t any way I could break it into chapters and bite-sized chunks for readers to enjoy bit by bit.

The resulting story was a 48,000+ story, nearly novella length, hammered out into a single stand alone tale. Segments are broken up by month rather than by chapter, with the entire story taking place in the course of one year in the character’s lives. I wrote it all in a single file in Notepad so that I could not keep track of wordcount and the red and green squiggly lines of typos and gramatical errors would not distract me from writing. The only numbers I paid attention to were the file size itself – as my current primary laptop, that much loathed Acer Cloudbook¬† have hate posted so much about in the past, has a very limited amount of storage I can use. I backed up my story using Evernote (love that thing) and occasionally checked my wordcount out of curiosity that way. And the entire story was written with a smattering of ideas in mind but nothing much solid

The only truly solid ideas I had were that the two main characters, formerly enemies (they were this weird sort of place between enemies and not-quite friends in the final episode of the TV show with the villain having reached the end of his redemption arc to becoming a hero), would end up having to live together. Most everyone they knew would have a major problem with it. One of them would temporarily gain the ability to see the future and it would be pretty weird and make things awkward for a while. And lastly the two main characters of the story would at the very least become best friends over the course of the year. That’s it. That’s the only solid idea I had going into the project. Everything else was just constantly shifting what if scenarios that I couldn’t really pin down until I started writing. The entire thing was written stream of consciousness, which I haven’t done since around 2011/2012 with a Sherlock Holmes story.

I am rather pleased with how it turned out, and apparently so are others because I’ve gotten small, but much appreciated praise on Archive of Our Own for it. Enough that I’m considering writing another. Regardless, the process I chose to pursue for the writing of this particular story was very relaxed, and is one that I think I may begin employing more often in earnest. I felt far less stressed writing it, as I didn’t have the pressure of an audience waiting for the next installment of the story, and having to make them wait longer than normal due to life problems and so forth. It was very pleasant all around.

Well, that about wraps it up for me. Both my boys, my mom, and even the dog are asleep so I shall likely be headed there myself before too long.

I wish everyone the best in the new year, and hope it goes better for all than the last one.

Not dead. Happy Holidays!

Hello hello!

Just been busy with life and things of that nature.

Mostly holiday shopping and writing. Our power went out for a day last weekend when we had snow. Nearly the whole town was without power. So that sucked.

Anyway, I realized I hadn’t posted anything for a while so just wanted to let anyone know that

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