Sometimes as an artist you have to get up, get some water and stretch to get fresh eyes on your drawing and decide that no, this wasn't too much come, it's just the right amount of come.
The amount of praise I give myself when I make a meal instead of ordering it would make a smutty book girlie blush. (I am a smutty book girlie 🤭☺️)
Me to my cat as she tries to chomp December’s art mail for Patreon: you can’t bite those, they gotta pay extra for your signature.
Today the joys of homeownership include waltzing alone to Wuthering Heights by Kate Bush while I rearrange all my furniture for Christmas.
Live acts you’ve seen by the alphabet
AndrewBird
BrokenSocialScene
CocoRosie
Decemberists
Eels
FleetFoxes
GrizzlyBear
Hozier
Iron&Wine
Justice
K
LykkeLi
MadisonCunningham
NekoCase
OrvillePeck
PeterBjornandJohn
Q
RyleyWalker
SufjanStevens
TVon theRadio
Vampireweekend
WhiteStripes
Xx
Yeahyeahyeahs
Z
"Shoo, shoo," the werewolf snarled. "Fuck off, birds." - probably one of my favorite things I've ever written. (rereading BARK because I can.)
Sexual sensory organ day 🧐
9.29 - 2071 words - "Fang's fire, Ronson, are you alive?" Niall's voice called through the wood.
9.26 - 2655, after edging my characters for over two weeks, I finally finished the sex scene I'd started before Salem - And then the thunder came, rattling my bones, purring in my ear, shaking the foundation of the nest.
9.18 - 1508, traveling totally busted me but i finally wrote a long awaited epilogue - As it turned out, Notre Dame had it's own gargoyle guards for just such a purpose, and while they'd been sympathetic with me, Hannah and I had probably narrowly avoided getting arrested.
9.8 - 1108 (but i have a date with a specialty sandwich shop) - "You're playing with literal fire, omega."
Girl dinner
9.7 - 2225 (okay i'm not writing every day but I will try and write a lot of days and still keep a record!) - "You've done more than look," I said, words dry.
9.5 - 2201 words (i missed yesterday but today was good!) - "Everyone will think I failed," I said, speaking the words softly to my lap.
9.3 - @writeathome.bsky.social had to bully me, 107 - "Not that I object to the impromptu percussion taking place above my rooms, but aren't you meant to be…elsewhere?"
9.2 - 129 words (weekends are usually no-word days) - She waved a dismissive hand and I bit my tongue to keep from calling her name.
9.1 - 2073 words - I wanted Ronson's smiles and the weight of his body on top of mine and a thousand of his kisses—preferably in a variety of places.
Going to challenge myself to try to write every day this month, even if it's just a sentence on busy days off! As personal motivation, I'll share the count and a sentence each day. So here is September's thread! 🗓️
And I’m a coward 😌
Coraline says it’s wake and bake Wednesday. (Some of us have plans 😒)
Starting out the week with some Monday optimism that I'm going to kick ass and get so many words tasks and fun things done this week. *cracks knuckles*
hellooo my loooove!!
Huzzah!! A nice new platform for me to be bad at using.
