InBrightestDay

finally got back on here and the pit just to delete some more stories. *sigh* i wish i knew where my motivation for writing went! or if i will ever get back to it

A very Happy Birthday to pippychick, a dear friend and brilliant writer! Hope the day is incredible, and perfect!    
 

Note to self check the weather before going on the nightly jog.
Barely a mile in and I get blindsided with a duststorm. Good old AZ
Where grit and sand get into places they were never meant to go

http://easydamus.com/alignmenttest.html
Alignment Tests are fun.

It’s so damn nice to be writing again after such a long-assed drought. 

Penultimate chapter of Ghoulneedle completed.
*crosses fingers* Please let the finale flow

The latest firefox update has added “firefox monitor” that gives a notification message about adultfanfiction and a data breach in 2018. Hopefully won’t deter too many users!

Wooo! I hit the 5 chapter mark! Since that’s my I-Got-This-Far-So-Pretty-sure-I-Won’t-Drop-This-fic-Like-I-Did-The-Last-Fifty-Yay line in he sand, you know what that means, don’t you? Tiiime to unleash this porny beast upon the world!!!! Mwahahahaahaha! 
Well… Soon as I edit and wrangle me a beta… BEWARE and so forth. 

Am back in a “can’t finish anything” phase. Which may be for the best after finishing Pregnant in Alabama.

Oh, for Christ’s sake. 
Japan lifts whaling ban, as it tries to revive a dying industry

Keep yer fingers crossed that we get staffing issues finally settled for where I work.  It has been BRUTAL.  Sixty hours worked since Saturday.  And I’m not done.

Dreams are weird. This thing could rupture universes by will alone and cause stars to supernova by looking at them.
Its galaxies were breathtaking works of art. Somehow it knew I pitied it and that pity was an insult. For all its power it just didn’t have that spark required for life. Like having all the ingredients for a recipe but still somehow missing a vital component. Sorta like wanting to make a pizza but not having an oven.
It said life was pointless but I’ve never known the answer so inherently.
I said the point of life was to live. That it had no right to insult even a single living cell. Since they just by existing were doing what they were meant to.
Its worlds were beautiful. In a sad sorta away for the one thing they all had in common was that they were devoid of life and always would be. It is the height of tragedy that all that beauty and breathtaking views were for it and it alone. And I couldn’t help but pity it.

Internet will shut down any day now and moving day is next week! Time to go on a frantic search for free kindle books to download! Maybe I’ll get lucky and find some free erotica en espanol to help me learn. 

Seems the internet situation will not be better. Home for a weekend, but it seems these homeward visits are gunna be few and far between.

Barely home at all, and already I’m taking off tomorrow morning. At least the internet situation should be better, and I hope to get some writing done at least. 

Good luck all, see ye on the other side.

First draft of “Pregnant in Alabama” clocks in at 3700 words. Billy Bob’s gettin’ bred y’all.

Was getting coffee at the office when I suddenly had the unbidden thought, “I oughta smurf you right up the smurfhole, you smurfing smurfer!”
Thankfully, I don’t think anyone heard me laughing for no apparent reason.

This has not been one of my better weeks…  

I get to put creamcheese maker on my resume before my book. Life is truly weird.

Just finished a first draft at 5008 words, which is the most I’ve done on a oneshot in a very long time. Now I need to roll it in glitter.

I finally took the plunge. I am now one of those people… I joined reddit.

Quadrille. Ok. I do a flashfic using this word as nothing else seems to work. I can’t even get the darn re-write to work! bah. 

Last day at home for a bit, not returning til late May, internet unexpected during my month away.
Chapter 9 of Blood and Lace is out for editing, so hopefully can post it on my return.

Things which literally never happen to me:
Hearing Nuvole Bianche without mentally melting into a blissful rapturous puddle Seeing “Woozle” snoring with his mouth open and his little tongue hanging out without snickering Smelling an old book without the urge to huff it like a lunatic regardless of who’s watching Tasting a well-prepared quality tea without being thankful for life in general Feeling Heiferlump step on me with her pointy little toes without shrieking in pain then apologizing for startling her.