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"will-o'-the-wisp happenstance acclivity" or "brown library movement of good fortune compulsion " or "guesstimate happenstance door " Are these spam bots, or just trying to come up with some old style weekly prompts?

Don’t worry about that; it’s definitely not just a you thing. There have been plenty of days I decide I’ll sit down to write, and then just stare at a blank word processor, nervously poking at it with a stick. In my experience, inspiration likes to arrive unannounced. There have been several times when, after nights of writing a few sentences at a time, one night I sit down and just suddenly write over 1,000 words. I think there’s a good chance it will just suddenly happen like that for you. 😄

So, I ran into kind of a wall again with writing, but I think it was just pushing myself too much and if I give it a bit it’ll come back again, and I won’t just be staring at a blank page. It kind of knocked my confidence a lot, but I’m hopefully to get more done and finish the Buffy story especially, I’ve got so many notes and @julpups was so supportive with it all and I feel I’ve let them down with this break off. Ah well. On a brigher note, review! The Man on the Clapham Omnivorebus Thank you for the review! I want to say I really appreciated getting it, it brightened up my weekend. I have to say that while not intentionally inspired by Clive Barker, I’ve read a lot of his stuff over the years and I would imagine anything where I try to write a more supernatural gore type setting will show influence from him on me. He’s a hell of a writer! I’m glad you liked those elements, it was ages since I’d written/finished something and I really didn’t know how well it kind of fit together, whether I didn’t get it to make sense as it progressed. Thank you again, It was very kind of you. ...

Sleeping naked is the shit when you’re young. Then, one day, you’re middle-aged with a cat who likes sleeping between the sheets and has frigid toes, and you start second guessing everything. Heiferlump, by the way, wasn’t just thawing out her frosted toebeans on my bare ass. She also kept wiping her cold, wet nose on the ticklish spot between my thigh and cheek every time I dozed off. I’m not ashamed to say I committed the unforgivable crime of yeeting the baby off the bed. I’m not sorry. Kid needs some fuzzy socks or something.

Always love your pets. You never know when you’ll lose them.