Finishing a novel is the weirdest thing in the world. At least for me. At least now it is. I shall explain (in my own way which will likely only make sense to me but you’ve already started reading so you might as well commit and finish the whole thing… NO ONE LIKES A QUITTER!).
I had a weird ass dream last night that took me back to a house that we lived in when we were kids. It’s the house we moved to after my parents officially divorced. My dad went off to live with his girlfriend and my mom moved us in with her boyfriend. It was a
Oh, hello there! Remember me? The blogger who mysteriously vanished into thin air, leaving you all in a state of suspense, desperately wondering what on earth had happened? Well, fear not, my dear readers, for I have returned from the depths of… well, wherever I was hiding, to grace you with my ever-erratic presence once
I know it’s been a while since I’ve updated and I only have myself to blame. Ever since the move, I’ve had a hard time adjusting to a new schedule for life. The move-in process has been slow-going and every time I start to get some work done around the house, I get overwhelmed and
We can pretty much file this blog entry under “Sh*t That Would Only Happen to Me.” Which I don’t actually have a category for… maybe it’s time. The past few weeks have been dedicated to moving (yep, I moved again. For hopefully the last time) and as I’ve mentioned so many times before, I hate
As you may or may not recall, back in late 2020, I found myself re-reading the Animorphs series and was shocked at the many adult themes found in these books meant for kids. As a child, I had missed many of the underlying messages and themes that are more relevant and important today than ever
THERE IS A GOD DAMN LIZARD LOOSE IN THE HOUSE AND WHAT THE ACTUALLY HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT IT?! Let’s flash back for a moment. I’m slowly getting moved into my new house (let’s not talk about the mess… boxes everywhere). It’s been over a week now and unpacking is slowgoing at
Hey there, fellow TV addicts! Today we’re going to talk about a show that many of us have grown up with – Friends. As much as we all love Chandler’s sarcastic quips and Joey’s “How you doin’?”, it’s time to face the music – Friends hasn’t exactly aged well. I was never that into the
Ah, NaNoWriMo – that time of year when writers around the world attempt to churn out 50,000 words in 30 days. It’s a daunting task, to say the least. And many are able to accomplish that goal with flying colors and I say, good for them. Even though NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is in
It’s Easter Sunday and, per usual, I am choosing violence. Because it’s all I know. I have never particularly enjoyed or understood Easter and, like many, I’ve never given it much thought beyond it’s a day of the year. Never the same date each year because who doesn’t love a holiday that can’t make up
Somewhere With Regret 