Adultier Adult
"You know you're old when..." I'm in my thirties, y'all. Remember when little kids used to think being in your thirties meant you were old? Then when you got mid-to-late twenties, you were offended? I'm in my mid-thirties. I'm not offended. I'm old. I like my pjs on by 6 o'clock, dinner done by eight, and snuggled up with my cats, dog, computer, and a comfy blanket from then til I go to bed. Leaving the house is anathema (especially this time of year), and you really learn wh
Easily Addicted
I have one of those personalities where, if I like something, I'm going to spend a lot of time on it. Sims is a perfect example of this, since I spent pretty much two years almost exclusively playing Sims2 when I was 16 and 17. I mean, it was to the point that I was getting roughly 5 hours of sleep before I would wake up and jump right back on the game. It was strangely the most focused and hyperfixated I've ever been. I can also get like this with books. I once read a 4-book
New Year, Same Me
I am so tired, and it's all my fault. So, the bf was gone for a pool tournament this weekend. (He took first place in the upper bracket in the 9 Ball tournament, if that means anything to anyone.) While he was away, my mental health was not ... well. Alas, the mask is back in place and I'm pushing through on sheer lie-ability. Turns out, this is how I survive. Anyway, I decided that, on top of my writing challenge and playing sims, I wasn't quite entertained enough. One of my


Last Post of 2025
Not gonna lie, I remembered to write a post from Christmas to Saturday. By Sunday night, I'd completely forgotten. Again. However, this is the last post of 2025! This also means, I've successfully posted at least once a week for a whole year! So what does life look like going into next year? Well, I'm going to try to write a little bit every single day. I have the TrackBear app that lets me see what I've done and what progress I've made. I hope there's at least a little blue
I Forgot
As I was reading a blog post by the wonderful Mod R (who moderates the Ilona Andrews site/FB/etc), I realized that I'd forgotten to write one of my own. Or, rather, I forgot to finish the one that I started. (A MASSIVE rant involving AI being nothing short of absolute theft is in your future.) Honestly, I'm not in much shape to write this one. I'm feeling very blah with ... everything. I want to be inspired. I want to find joy in my writing. I'd like to find some interest in


Random Shit File
To be honest, I thought about changing the name of this post several times and decided against it. I swear a lot, and to suggest...
Volunteering
In one of my books, there's something called a Volunteer Year. Technically, in this book, children become adults at the age of seventeen...
Life In A Small Town
The other day I kind of had a little surreal moment. I'd just gotten out of my car and was heading into the grocery store where I work....
The Ways I Fail
First of all, I need to declare that I am a procrastination queen. I am the type of person that, even though I have time available, I...


Media Influence
Writers are very subjective beings. If you find one that isn't, I'll be shocked. A lot of our ideas can come to us from anything we...












