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So, as I’m sure many have noticed, I’ve been busy trying to work myself to death for the past five years or so. So, in that time, I’ve worked ridiculous hours with very little time off, and often multiple shifts in a day. As a result, I was more than a little unproductive here. I retired the end of March, and spent the first fourish months doing nothing but sleep. Have one final test from my doctor on November 22nd, so should be done with all that shit for a bit as well by then. In the meantime, I am now checking all the email addresses I always did before, as I now have the time. Am easing back into the archive repair, minor hunting, and other things I did as well. Sorry for the absence, but, glad to be back

No prostate cancer for me! So that’s pretty good news to get just before Christmas.

Y’all, my husband needs a warning label. I’m sitting here, sucking on a peppermint and minding my business with headphones on—the better to block out his party chat trash-talk—and I hear THIS: “You ain’t had pussy since you came out a pussy.” I don’t know who was laughing louder, the recipient of the burn, Cold, or me, but I very nearly had a Star-Brite lodged in my throat. This guy kills me.

So, with having BP issues, and having to get an echo cardiogram late November, I’ve been monitoring my food intake and what I eat, when I eat. I’ve also started exercising regularly. So instead of losing weight, I gained twelve pounds in the last 2 weeks. What the hell??😡

So I’ve been away for months now, and it was for what might honestly have been a stupid reason. Last Christmas, I’d wanted to submit a story called Meaningful Gifts, and I didn’t finish it on time. I took two weeks off in January, and actually managed to make a lot of progress on it, but I still didn’t finish. If I’d taken three weeks I probably would have finished it, but that didn’t happen. I was so deeply ashamed of not having anything to contribute that I felt like I couldn’t show my face around here, so I just disappeared. Recently, I’ve realized that maybe not successfully submitting a story, even if it’s a story people are waiting on, isn’t as bad as I thought, so if it’s ok, I think I’ll be coming by here more often. I’ll finish Meaningful Gifts eventually, but hopefully the fact that I didn’t manage it last year isn’t as bad as I feared. In the meantime, I’ll work on reviews for a few other people’s stories and just try to be more active here in general.

The saddest little face in the world…

Kids these days will never experience many of the rites of passage my generation valued more than gold. For instance: saving up your allowance for three weeks during the summer so you can buy one of those giant plastic Pixie Stix at the public pool’s canteen and downing the whole thing in one go to use it as a snorkel and spending the rest of the month with a burning feeling in the back of your throat that tastes like cherries, chlorine, and stale pee. …those lucky saps.

This day 6 years ago, I landed in New York, my first time in the US. Hard to believe it was that long ago. That trip was when I saw snow for the first time. That was very exciting. Although I soon realised what a pain in the arse it is.

Love this… (from a FB post I saw).

Happy Birthday!

Would really like a portkey out of here. Or a timeturner?

anyone have any advice on how to break a HORRIBLE, long standing writer’s block? 🙃

Just now, I saw something absolutely smoking hot on the internet. I mean, she was a seriously sexy beast—the kind of beauty I see in my dreams and drool over in centerfolds, regardless of whether I’m in public. If I encountered her on the street, I would absolutely embarrass myself, stare like a loon, and profess my undying adoration to her. A wolf-whistle, three muttered “damns,” and a couple of impressed tongue-clicks later, my husband gave in. Cold sighed, rolled his eyes, and grumbled, “just show me the car.” He knows me so well. 😆 It was, in fact, a classic muscle car—a ‘67 Oldsmobile Tornado. In my defense the lines on this bad girl are what wet dreams are made of, and I pity Cold for his lack of taste. It’s a sad way to live.

My phone doesn't always err on the side of salaciousness. Today, when I dictated the words “her deep cleavage,” it heard “her deep Cleveland.” Although admittedly, if America had cleavage, that's probably where it would be.

Happy FOURTH of July for those that celebrate it! 🎆 🎇 🧨

I was texting “Take your time" to a female coworker yesterday, and autocomplete tried to make it “Take your top off." This is why I don’t embrace AI.

When I was young, I didn’t appreciate just how much of adult life would be taken up with trying to answer the eternal question of “Is this shirt still damp or just cold?”. I can’t pretend to not be disappointed.

Wishing the very happiest of birthdays to @WillowDarkling All the best to my Neko-baby! Love you!

It’s never an easy decision to make, but I’ve had to make it: all my active stories are now officially on hiatus. Nothing (very) bad’s happened – at least, this time around, nobody is dead, dying, or terminally ill. Life’s just thrown us a curveball and Cold and I are even busier than usual. Most days, I barely have the energy to handle day-to-day work, let alone time and energy to write. Heck, I haven’t even gotten anything written on my most recent chapter of my novel in a few months now; that’s how crazy it’s been lately. Since my fanfiction may not be updated anytime soon, I decided to head it off at the pass before readers start deciding I’m dead. ...yes. That’s always a possibility, considering how infrequently I can update. It sucks, but better to give myself permission to not write than continue to bludgeon the desktop with my head when my brain is too stress-fried to write. On FFN and AO3, I put notes in my current stories, and updated the summaries of the stories that have fallen by the wayside. AFF frowns on author’s notes as chapters, so I’m not sure where to go beyond adding something to the summaries. I hope the fanfiction writer’s curse has missed more of y’all than it’s hit, that spring is treating you well, and that this doesn’t last too many months. Now if any of y’all need me, I’ll be in my burrito-blanket muttering there’s no place like home and fuck-this-shit-I’m-out.

2k words today

🍀 Happy St. Patrick’s Day! (We need the luck this year.) 🍀

There are many unmentioned benefits to marrying your best friend…benefits such as them bringing you a cat to cuddle because said cat got too comfy in their lap and ripped a loud, wet, nasty fart. Yep, it was Heiferlump. Also yes, Cold did run away cackling afterward. Boys.

today i join the jack benny club! Im gonna be 39 til im in my 80s! LMAO!

Well, y’all, we finally did it. We’re moving to a new house in my hometown! And nobody died in it so I should be the only Ghost there! Going on hiatus sucks, for sure, but I’m still so happy I could squeal. Heifer and Woozle are predictably unenthused, but cats don’t get a vote. This area has gotten too damned expensive and dangerous for us, and I’m tired of being homesick. Fortunately, the Woozle-bug already has a great vet in the city to help with his health problems (the scariest of which is showing some improvement, yay!) and Heiferlump? She’s going to have an entire neighborhood to give her attention when she inevitably convinces them she’s stuffed then moves. (Yep. It’s gonna happen. She’s got a history. We expect heart attacks on the regular.) Now if we can just finish everything early in the year so I can get back to writing!

Did anyone else want to do Winter 2024? If not I’ll post it ere when I get back from my shift lol.

Anybody know why modern book covers tend to be well… Bland and boring? Like we had these amazing sword and sandal covers and now its well bluh.

It finally rained in AZ! the first whisper of fall y‘all

Well I’m off on my holiday, leaving very early tomorrow and getting back on the 15th. Try not to burn the place down while I’m away.

How does one find an editor?

To start a new story, finish one of the many WIP, or clean. Hmmmmmm.

So, the corgi who owns me, She Who Is an Agent of Chaos, decided to scare the life out of me this weekend with a marathon of vomiting followed by some bloody stool. She decided to do this at the lake, and only because the daft one was called into work, and left with the car. Cue Elderspawn who rode to the rescue on Sunday morning, drove up to collect me, the ailing corgi, and Youngerspawn, so we could camp out at the 24-hour emergency vet for three hours only to be told the vet had to leave, and wouldn’t be able to see us. I am, at this point, in tears. We realize our regular vet is now open, because the gods are kind, and so we head there, manage to get seen without an appointment, and head home with meds to await the results of tests today. Of course, we are told not to feed the corgi, which is apparently an Unforgiveable Sin and results in nonstop side-eye and much deep sighing. Your kids grow up and are able to do things like drive to your rescue. Your furbabies will be toddlers forever. This morning, I was able to feed the corgi. The bottomless pit cleverly disguised as an adorable fluffbutt picked at her breakfast, a meal normally devoured in 3.7 seconds. I’m going to be making chicken and rice for her this afternoon. I know my place.

Beware the Ides of March! 🗡️

Happy PI Day everybody. (It’s also my character Jeff’s birthday!)

Thank you for your review of my story, “First Date.” I did work for a while on the dialog between Zuko and Jin about going all the way getting it to sound plausible – clearly in the series she was hoping for more than she got. “But Mai would kill him,” becomes a recurrent phrase when talking about Zuko boinking anybody but his goth-girlfriend.

Just checked the YT link to the Naruto-reader’s channel and got a 404 error. https://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/73569-beware-this-patreon-plagiarist/#comment-449045

Rewrite is doing better. Felt like I had to separate it. Now for some reason I have a romance story prequeling/concurrent with the dark fantasy one. … No I don’t know how that happened.

I managed to get a new iMac I didn’t want to buy yet a hop, skip, and jump before the old one died. My “old” version of Office won’t install on the new one. I’ve tried “Pages.” I’m a lot less unimpressed than I was before trying it.

Happy Birthday!!!

Had the echo cardiogram yesterday, won’t hear anything of what they found, or if they found anything until Tuesday. Ugh. I’m going to be a basketcase!

A very happy birthday to @DemonGoddess! Let’s hope this is the best year yet!

Hate when i get hit with so much inspiration and prompts but I also want to finish stories when the ol noggin goes oh hey, you know what that’d be cool! Quick write them or or post them so you don’t forget!!

Surprise! Halloween 2024 is early!

Currently enjoying the forerunners of scifi. Have to say Light Envelope of Hp lovecraft is so far my favorite terminology.

I suppose the recent spate of spam posts in “Report Trolls/Flamers/Spammers” are almost on-topic, since that’s the area where you’re supposed to report their garbage. Elsewhere, it’s just plain annoying. Perhaps they’re trying to join the Swedish Peace and Arbitration Society, while doing it on the roof? Oh, well...

Wow… so this post should bump my “rank.” Lets see if that unlocks anything special.

“Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.” (from a former coworker of mine)

Got to love when your role expands but there’s no appropriate compensation.

So. Learned a lesson while upgrading my OS. Somehow, my personal IP was blocked from the domain. Manta and I have been pulling our hair out trying to figure out why the hell I couldn’t connect

Life has been crazy lately, between my car being totaled, granny having a brain bleed ER managed to staunch to having a minor stroke directly in in the ER. Alot is happening all at once. 😅

Whoever has the Ghost Chance voodoo doll right now, if they could give it a break, that would be nice. I don’t want to share details, lest my family find this site, recognize those details, and realize it’s me—right now, the last thing I need is a mass-shunning because I’m bi in a family of homophobes. But… Woozle. Our cat, Woozle. The little bag-obsessed orange garbage-baby. Our sweet, smelly, mouthy, single-braincell-bearing fur-son. That Woozle. We just found out he’s incredibly sick, the kind of sick that creeps in without warning, may not even show, and will eventually end his life. Right now, he’s still healthy and happy enough that his quality of life isn’t in question, but that could change without much notice. It could be a few years, or a few days, or who knows how long, but my little monster is terminally ill, and I’m a fucking mess right now. We’re doing everything we can, but there’s not much we can do to begin with. So. Yeah. Give your pets some cuddles for me. I’m probably going to go cry again because this fucking sucks.