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  1. People love saying, “Love is blind.” I have to disagree. I think love is looking at someone, knowing that somewhere out there, a tree gave its all to ensure they have air to breathe, and feeling feel sorry for the tree…and knowing you’d burn a whole forest to the ground if a single tree took offense at supplying your idiot with oxygen. 

    I love my husband. He’s an idjit, but he’s my idjit. I’d love him even if he had to be reminded to breathe.

     

  2. When I was a kid, one of my favorite (age-appropriate and modern) books described a place as “a screen door town.” The explanation was that every time something happened, no matter how trivial or innocuous, every screen door up and down the street would open and slam shut twice in a ripple effect—once when the occupants came out to snoop, and again when, having discovered it was unimportant, they went back inside. 

    Last year, Cold and I moved into “a lawnmower neighborhood”—meaning every day, there’s at least one person outside mowing somewhere on the block, and most days, their neighbors join in whether or not they need to mow, and the ripple travels further and further until everyone in earshot is mowing. Cold and I sleep during the day and we can only deal with the lawn very early or on his days off, so the constant mowing is a sore point. 

    Well, earlier today, I heard the mowing start up again while I was trying to drudge through beta-reading a chapter from someone who might not have proofread first. As close as the mower sounded, I figured it must be that one neighbor who has an overpowered mower and an undersized lawn. I suffered through reading the same sentence half a dozen times, then stormed into the kitchen to get some tea and wait it out. When I heard Cold come through the door, I started ranting about “whatever asshole is mowing this time can kiss my ass” and a few things otherwise.

    Then I saw him and I froze. My husband was sweaty and covered in grass clippings. “Hello,” he said. “My name is Asshole. I mowed your lawn. Prepare to give me butt.” 

    1. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Update: I’m a mature, semi-well-adjusted adult, so I’m responding to this awkwardness in the most mature and reasonable way possible: playing opera show tunes in the kitchen and singing along…loudly.

      I sing like someone stuffed a cat in a burlap bag and tossed it in a metal garbage can to duke it out with a deaf coyote. Send prayers for hubby. 🥰

    2. BronxWench

      BronxWench

      I must tell you Cold is utterly brilliant, and your response was sublime. :worship:

    3. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      He loves saying he’s an idiot, and sometimes the things he does make me wonder how he’s still breathing; then he comes out with something like this (and the Schroedinger’s bi line) and I wonder if it’s all just his way of making sure he’s always underestimated. (And thanks!)

  3. Awhile back, someone on a random Reddit post suggested I might be neurodivergent. I’d only heard the term used for people with autism – yes, I live under a rock – so my initial response was disgruntlement. My husband, after all, is autistic, and I had a mental image of the time he met my prudish religious neighbor for the first time and made a joke about his dick; if we were both that awkward outwardly instead of just on the inside, we’d be a right mess. There was also a sidenote of, “shit, I’m even more fucked up than Cold, how dare this person compare him to me? He doesn’t deserve that insult!” indignance. 

    Come to find out “neurodivergent” applies to several diagnoses and disabilities; it applies to most (any?) condition resulting from deviations in how the brain is wired...including mine. Apparently, I am neurodivergent. So is Cold. So many things make sense now. That Redditor was right and I had no idea.

     

    That said...I’ve been editing a chapter of my novel with Boney M.’s “Rasputin” playing on repeat for...uh...an hour? ...or three? Because it’s stuck in my head? Okay, so maybe there were signs. Maybe

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    2. BronxWench

      BronxWench

      Apparently, it’s all ASD now: Autism Spectrum Disorder. Youngerspawn’s official diagnosis was PDD:NOS, or Pervasive Developmental Delay: Not Otherwise Specified. It’s now listed as Autistic Disorder on his case files, otherwise known as “Can you make a fucking diagnosis and stick with it. please?”

      I prefer the diagnosis a friend of mine got from her pediatrician when her child was diagnosed, right about the same time as Youngerspawn… “This child ain’t right, but she’ll make a great engineer.”

    3. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Good grief. They change the Autism spectrum diagnosis names even more than they change the name for my diagnosed MI. 🙄 I hope you don’t mind if I don’t share it, because the reason isn’t personal. What it is would probably be obvious to anyone who has experience with it and examines my online habits, but I have to be extra careful to not share information that could confirm to my family, “whoa, Ghost is ____!” The amount of information I share is dangerous enough, but to add something like that diagnosis to the mix could get me doxxed...and if my family found out I’m bi? It would be catastrophic.

      Either way, it’s probably a good thing I usually just say “Cold has autism” rather than being specific about it; the last thing I need is some smartass going, “well, ack-shoo-lee, it’s called blah-blah-blah.” Your friend’s kid’s diagnosis is a hoot; one of my family members was an engineer, and if she’s anything like him, she’ll be in good company. My husband’s diagnosis was more like, “Congrats, you’re an asshole AND autistic, sucks to be you,” and a boot out the door. It’s wonderful that we have so many options for supporting autistic kids and their parents, but if you’re diagnosed as an adult, you’re just SOL.

    4. BronxWench

      BronxWench

      Elderspawn was diagnosed at 28. And we do not let BW talk about the way her otherwise beloved city handles early childhood education on the spectrum. Let’s just say that certain higher-ups at the Board of Education got an education in how mama dragons roll. 

  4. Cicadas when I’m trying to write late at night: “I respect you and want you to succeed, so let me sit on your window and scream about it.”

    I just opened my office window and told the damned bugs on the screen to go get laid somewhere else because I couldn’t think straight from their noise. Our neighbors probably think I’m nuts. Meh. They drive ugly cars; people who drive ugly cars don’t get an opinion on my sanity or lack thereof.

    1. BronxWench

      BronxWench

      For me, it’s tree frogs who chorus with the cicadas, and one particularly nocturnal groundhog, who likes to thump underneath my cottage at around 2 or 3 in the morning.

      The daft one asks me why I’m poking at the laptop in the middle of the night. I’m still trying to understand how he can sleep...

    2. GeorgeGlass

      GeorgeGlass

      If you ever write your memoir, you’ve got to call it Screaming at the Bugs.

    3. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Chapter 1: The Insects Persist, but So Do I

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      Today I cussed out a crane fly that kept trying to fly into our kitchen. The damned thing would just get eaten by my cat, which would then vomit on my freshly mopped floor, so who can blame me? If blameless, then why did my next door neighbor stare at me like I’m some crazy person while watering their air conditioner?

      Elsewhere on the internet: 

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      ”Tonight, a suburban housewife phoned the police regarding a neighbor’s mental health crisis over an insect in her yard. ‘She was out there using foul language in front of my peonies. What else could I do? The poor things are scarred for life!’”

      The following week: 

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      ”This morning, a peony bush mysteriously caught fire. Coincidence, or retaliation? Discussion on the evening news, tonight.”

       

  5. If life could just take a break from randomly skull-fucking me for once—or at least schedule a time and ask consent—yeah, that’d be great. :dots: (In which Ghost is a cis-woman who gets sick like a man and requires medical intervention on the regular and inevitably ends up with horrible cramps AND yet another random household crisis, all at the same time.) I’ll live. I feel like roadkill, but I’ll live. 

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    2. GeorgeGlass

      GeorgeGlass

      Wait, so life randomly shape-shifts into the form of a man you know and then-? Oh, wait, you said “skull-fucking,” not “Skrull-fucking.” My mistake.

    3. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      I’m almost afraid to google that word. 😆

    4. GeorgeGlass

      GeorgeGlass

      Sorry—the Skrulls are shape-changing aliens from the Marvel universe.

  6. The other day, I noticed a draft coming through gaps in a few of our windows (it’s an older house, but not old enough to have been built well) which led me to this long list of actions:

    Find appropriate sealant. Fix one window (it looks like a toddler finger painted with dad’s tools but whatever) and move onto the next. Prep window frame. Realize the windowsill was probably last cleaned in the 90s and is full of grease, lint, dust, and animal hair. (Hurk) Decide you don’t want to seal that junk into permanence with something that dries clear. Grab cleaner and scrub the gap clean with a bristle brush (cleaner sprays brown crap everywhere, barf) and knock loose some paint that may have been white back in the 80s. Realize the cleaner will need to be rinsed out and the paint touched up before sealing the gap.

    Give up. Sit on the couch and question your life choices while staring at the tube of sealant and convince yourself that cussing at inanimate objects is immature and you’re better than that. (I’m really not.)

    Realize that the entire time, you were standing in the window with the blinds open and the lights on at night wearing a man’s shirt and no bra with People-of-Walmart hair, and your next door neighbor is out on their porch watering their plants…at night.

    Homeownership would definitely keep my millennial ego in check if it ever got big enough to worry about.

    1. Desiderius Price
    2. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Eh. Flamethrowers are fun but expensive. You know what’s cheaper? Fake ankle-monitors, (to deter chatting) homemade “caution: landmines” signs, blasting German industrial music in the garden, and tossing stinging nettle seeds over the fence. 
       

      Oh, you meant to deal with the grime, not the neighbors. Uh…maybe. :rolleyes: I have considered just tossing an open jug of bleach in a certain room and living with the results.

  7. Would anyone be up for a second opinion on a single chapter of a work in progress? I don’t really need any editing. (…unless someone notices a missing word or comma both I AND my editing app missed.) I asked on Reddit and got a reply, but they ghosted me. Ghosting someone who goes by “Ghost” is a bit on the nose, but whatever. It was a dick move.

    To put this as simply and briefly as possible, my brain got fried with the packing, moving, and all that entailed. I had no time to write. Now that I have time, my brain is struggling to switch back to non-crisis mode—the storms and renovations aren’t helping—and focus. It’s stuck in a hamster wheel of “so tired/gotta keep working/where’s the box tape/shit, is that bug something to worry about/fuck, my ass hurts, why do I hurt so much,” and so forth. My writing muscles are atrophied to noodles and I’m struggling to get sentences out. I’m not really happy with the second half of my most recent work, the flow, or the pacing. It’s been well over a year since I updated the story, and I won’t even get started on the delay my others are experiencing. If anyone can help, I’d appreciate it more than my fried brain can express.

    This can be a one-off, and I’m happy to correspond by Google Docs. The chapter has some cursing and questionable humor but nothing really dirty; the bulk of it, sans headings and notations, is just over 3,100 words, and I’ve already done what I can for editing. You shouldn’t run into any mistakes. Also, if you’ve read any of my other writing, I’m not writing any accents or using non-English language aside from a couple of words in elvish. I’m trying to keep this story simple, easy, and posted in small bites unlike my usual approach to writing. Fandom is Dragon Age: Inquisition; I’ve got the other chapters posted in the archive if anyone is morbidly curious.

    1. BronxWench

      BronxWench

      I am game to give the chapter a read, mostly because I’m in a writing drought myself and looking for ways to jump-start myself, and because Inquisition is one of my favorite games.

      (Actually, I really like Origins too, although DA:II was notable for lack of enthusiasm and effort on the part of the developers. The best part was Flemeth’s make-over, and Varric.)

      So, I can be reached by email at bronxwench@gmail.com or via bronxwench9549 (display name is BronxWench) on Discord.

    2. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      I hope you realize just how amazing you are, and not just for this. I’ll send you a link here soon. Thank you so much! :hug:

  8. Earlier tonight, I fed one of my non-fanfiction short stories through Pro Writing Aid’s “chapter critique” to see how it measures up against my fanfiction. I never thought I’d see the day when AI would smut-shame me.

    Yep. Seriously. “…some might find the level of detail in the sex scenes excessive.” What if I don’t wanna associate with that sort of person, huh? Fade to black is for wishy-washy people and FFN, not my filthy shapeshifter plowfest. Stay in your lane or bend over.

    1. Desiderius Price

      Desiderius Price

      Or do both… some people would enjoy the experience of staying in the lane AND bending over :)

  9. 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.

    1. BronxWench

      BronxWench

      Wooden skateboards with roller skate wheels and zero flexibility, ridden at top speed on concrete sidewalks. The road rash we could achieve when we hit the inevitable bump in the pavement made hardcore, leather-clad bikers green with envy.

    2. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Makes me glad I was never coordinated enough to skate, really. I found out the other day that my husband was once “a skater boy,” and a small, silly, girly part of me sighed over how hard I would have crushed on him if we’d gone to the same school. The larger part realized it explained so many things; I love him, but he clearly did some damage to his noggin. 😆

    3. GeorgeGlass
  10. 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. 

    1. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Also, third yes. Heiferlump definitely ripped another in my lap. Twice. She’s getting gassy in her old age. What are we feeding this cat? 💀

  11. 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! :yahoo:

    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! :running:

    1. BronxWench

      BronxWench

      I’m so happy to hear the good news! :hug: :happykitten:

  12. 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.

    1. BronxWench

      BronxWench

      My daft bugger would be drooling right next to you. He still has a picture of his 1966 Chevy Bel Air on “his” bookshelf. :lol:  

    2. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      My guy doesn’t get why I love classic cars so much, but you bet your butt he lets me drag him around car shows by his hand. I went absolutely fangirl over a sweet, rare classic in a parking lot awhile back—I won’t name it for risk of doxxing myself, but it’s something I’ve never seen in person, and it had a wooden chassis!—and Cold was just  :dots: “It’s a car,” the whole time. 😆 Your guy has good taste—Bel Aires are an instant squeal-fest in this family, Cold aside, and that was a great year!

  13. 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.  :rofl: This guy kills me.

     

  14. Laughing because apparently your corgi is as difficult as our cats. 😆 In all seriousness, though, I came to see if anyone else was having this problem. Not just me, then. Is there a workaround that we know of? (I’ve also had linebreaks show up and vanish seemingly at random. Missing the old text formatting options like crazy.)
  15. 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.

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    2. Desiderius Price

      Desiderius Price

      I occasionally spiked the canned food with tuna, my furbabies usually appreciated that!  :)

    3. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Thanks, you two. :hug: At our last checkup, we found out that Woozle managed to gain back some of the weight he lost, and his blood levels were a little better. :yahoo: Along with the new medications, we’re adding a calorie-rich topper to his food to encourage him to eat, and if he finishes his breakfast, lunch, and dinner, he gets extra. So far, it’s working…but he also had a seizure a couple weeks ago and scared the shit out of us. (He’s never had a seizure before, so that came out of the blue.) All in all, he’s taking more medication than my husband ever has; he’s making progress and seems more like himself than he has in awhile.

      We’re keeping an eye on him and giving him lots of snuggles. I’ll give him butt-pats for y’all. 🩷

    4. BronxWench

      BronxWench

      I can empathize entirely with the terror of seizures. She Who Is an Agent of Chaos has idiopathic epilepsy, so I’m more than passing familiar.

      But the weight gain is good news, and getting back to more of his old self is even better. Give Woozle lots of butt-pats from us! :hug:

       

  16. No. No. HAY-ell to the no!  We have had enough fucking tornadoes  here for several lifetimes, and I’m fed the fuck up with them. 🤬

    Yes. Tornado in 2011. Tornado several years ago. Tornado last month, and another last freaking night. Yes. Last night. My family, husband, and I are all safe, and I believe all our friends are safe. We didn’t live within the danger zone this time, but my PTSD was already kicking up over the season and impending trauma-versary. This? This is going to give me night terrors. Again. Can’t have Ghost go more than a month without dreaming about Cold dying a bloody, gruesome, tragic death in her arms, now can we? 😭 It’s a good thing I put everything on hiatus because I’m barely able to function right now, and it’s just gonna get worse.

    If you see this post and you live in the United States, take this as your cue to go buy a weather radio and keep it on and stocked with batteries. The sirens in my hometown didn’t go off, and they weren’t sounded in another nearby town last month. Weather alerts on your phone won’t go off if the cellular network fails, and you can’t count on hearing the sirens, and a tornado can happen anytime of the year, on any continent, given the right conditions. If you’re looking for volunteer opportunities, there are several communities that are going to need help over the next week or so.

     

    Seriously. Fuck tornadoes.

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    2. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Safe rooms were becoming more common for awhile, but more often than not, people wind up putting a trap door in to access the crawl space. Shelters elsewhere open for watches, and when I was a kid, we went to the basement even for severe thunderstorm warnings. That city has become so backwards it’s embarrassing, and that was before they shut down the public transportation system.

      In the alley, we tend to get desensitized to tornadoes happening in nearby communities—we sometimes spend entire days under a tornado watch with nothing coming of it—but when you have one carving through your backyard, it’s a different story. The news outlets, by the way, finally confirmed the one Monday night/Tuesday morning as an an EF-1. It was nasty enough to bend billboard supports down to the ground, strip trees, wreck roofs, and fuck shit up, but weak enough for the damage to be relatively minimal. Today, I spent god only knows how long sitting on the floor in the closet shaking like a leaf, and it seems to have missed us.

      The current outbreak, described in this news article, has spawned over 60 tornadoes across several states since Monday. I’m trying to stay away from the news right now because it’s traumatizing.

      Thanks for being patient right now. I know I sound like a broken record. PTSD sucks balls and it can just go straight to the pit.

    3. Desiderius Price

      Desiderius Price

      Don’t fret, it’s perfectly good to be sending support hugs/vibes through the chat here, to give the morale support to our fellow AFF’ers. 

      My area… prone to the occasional hurricane, and it’s big news when an EF-0 pops off shingles to a barn roof.  Your area…  sounds like the pasttime is playing ping-pong with the EF-2/3 tornados in the game.

    4. BronxWench

      BronxWench

      Sending big hugs to Ghost and Cold and the furbabies…  :hug: 

  17. 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.

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    2. Melrick

      Melrick

      It’s hard to feel in the writing mood when so much is going on, and most of it is less than great.  I certainly know what that’s like.  I’m sure your creativity will return when things settle down again.

    3. Ghost-of-a-Chance

      Ghost-of-a-Chance

      @Desiderius Price that doesn’t typically work for me, unfortunately. I did, however, viciously tear up some invasive weeds earlier this week. That said, shit kinda hit the fan yesterday. It might take awhile to clean it all up. :bash:

    4. Desiderius Price

      Desiderius Price

      @Ghost-of-a-Chance wish it did… can be very gratifying to send a tornado to your characters, see how they cope with it :)

  18. So. Is it colder than a witch’s cunt where y’all are, too? No? Just us? Muh-zurr-uh’s done froze over, folks. 

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    2. manta2g

      manta2g

      Been sitting in the -40s all week with the bloody north wind. Well my fault for being in Manisnowba.

    3. Desiderius Price

      Desiderius Price

      @manta2g Think you need two of these… at least.  :fthrower::fthrower: And…

    4. Wilde_Guess

      Wilde_Guess

      @manta2g, you do know that fully fifty percent of your fellow Canadians live well south of the 49th Parallel for a reason, don’t you?

  19. That moment when you keep hearing a soprano velociraptor playing one-sided Marco Polo out in the hallway and realize, oh, no, it’s just the Velcro cat wailing pitifully because you locked him out of the office. 
    Woozle. Because of course, it’s Woozle. Never mind that I locked him out because I have cramps, a headache, and writer’s block, and I don’t feel up to fending off his usual shenanigans. By Shenanigans, I mean shaking slobber everywhere, whining, trying to insinuate his fat butt between the desk and my rack, and trying to scale Mount Mom’s-Desk and causing a landslide.

    Kid, Mama needs to work! Stay in your box!

  20. Y’all, I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried. I’m editing a new chapter of A New Lease on Life <500 words at a time with ProWritingAid, and the Readability checker gave me such a double take I heard my neck crack. I posted a screenshot on Tumblr because pics or it didn’t happen.

    An (admittedly wordy) paragraph got a hard to read flag. Everything is spelled correctly, but it has several big words regarding language and its various parts and traits. You know. Words like consonants, syllables, dialects, and pronunciation. Hard, however, seems excessive.

    Right above this paragraph is one marked easy to read. The entire thing is written in (intentionally) misspelled Scots and Scots-Gaelic that gave the spelling and grammar checker a stroke…and it’s easy to read…

    …what…the actual…fuck… :WTF:

    1. Desiderius Price

      Desiderius Price

      Guess I’m a bit… don’t have a great opinion about bots, so I focus on human readability over some electromechanical Turk.

  21. @BronxWench, thank you so freaking much! I’m FINALLY logged back into my account! I can finally update my stories here. Thanks for your patience and determination. 💜 Give the grumpy corgi a chin scritch for us. (“Us” being myself, and my kitties Woozle and Heiferlump.)
  22. The activation link worked, but I got the same “this password reset is no longer valid” error message when I followed the password reset link. From opening the email to reaching the site, it couldn’t have been a whole minute. I’d include a screenshot, but it’s coming up larger than the limit even after cropping. This locked-out saga has completely ruined my ability to believe I’m in any way technologically literate. EDIT: I uploaded a cropped screenshot to my Google drive HERE.
  23. Over a year later, and I’m still locked out of my account, and still not able to reset my password. Only difference? Now I’m getting this error message when I try resetting my password: …all except for one email address. That address, once the password reset link from my inbox loads, I get the message that it expired…in seconds. I’m starting to consider just scrapping the whole posting on AFF deal. 😔
  24. While my husband fed the cats a moment ago, I squirted the younger one’s liquid medicine down his throat. Woozle, the little shit, let half the dose drip out of his mouth and roll down my shirt and shorts. I grumbled about it—because that medicine stains, turns into tar, and smells like rotten fish a roadkill—and what did Cold say?

    ”Well. Pussy likes to dribble.”

     I married this clown. I married him. (He’s not wrong, though.)

  25. Using AI to edit your smut can be so wild. ProWritingAid decided that this sentence…

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    Kai’e’ie is insatiable—ravenous, breath-stealing, and covetous—and its expression is primal and passionate fucking.

    …needs this correction: 

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    Kai’e’ie is insatiable—ravenous, breath-stealing, and covetous—and its expression is primal and passionate about fucking.

    I mean, sure, I’m as passionate about fucking as anyone, but that isn’t quite what I was going for there. I can only assume the algorithm assumed Kai’e’ie is a name rather than an emotion and that I was trying to make small talk instead of comparing two different emotional states—Kai’e’ie versus mi’lee’veez—related to intimacy. (Kai’e’ie’: combined from syllables from words meaning love, say, life, and bond; combined, the meaning is, literally love said, life-bound, or figuratively, without you, I die. The fictional people who created this word are apparently as dramatic as I can write them. Mi’lee’veez: the root words in their entirety and proper order mean my dream heart. Sappity-sap-sop, someone get a mop.)

     

    This is what I get for creating a fictional language for my novel. 🙄 J.R.R., you’re a horrible influence.

    1. Desiderius Price

      Desiderius Price

      Welcome to the world that also guides youtube’s AI-generated recommendations.

    2. Deadman

      Deadman

      I’m enjoying AI art personally at this point. It’s far from perfect but it’s solid.

    3. Desiderius Price

      Desiderius Price

      AI art can be great, especially if you’re wanting some visualization for a scene you’re writing but you’re not an artist.

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