Does this day, even exist?
Is a day that appears once every 4 years, still a day? What makes it less of a day? It has a morning, midday, evening; the run rises and sets; the world goes about its daily business. But the people, the people know this isn't a "real" day.
That brings them comfort.
Comfort in the chaos.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

A second batch, since the first one went really well!
As always, remember to head over and leave a nice comment or upvote for the author! Even if the piece isn’t up my alley, that doesn’t mean it deserves dislike bombs or negativity. Always be polite and supportive when you can be!

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I still wish to see more, to know more, to understand, more. This more keeps me going, has my senses peaked, has my interest captured. And I barely understand what I already have, what is important to me is n disappears in a haze of striving towards new goals, towards new horizons, towards new... more.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Hiya, lovely peeps!

Welcome to my new series: behind-the-page, where I can give you background information on my newest story. Make sure to read the story first to avoid spoilers and understand what we’re talking about.

Today’s story: My Dearest Twilight.

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The times move with us, though we already knew that. It is in fact our perception of it which makes it tangible to us. Tangible, though not tactile. In that line of thought, time only exists when we care to let it. when we bother to give it a glance, or obsess over it with zealous vigor.
Then, taking a break to relax, holds a temporal duality:
It is the single largest waste of time.
And a moment where no time passes.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Memory lingers, memory is fleeting, through memory we perceive the world. Clouds condensed of thought, serving as the canoes for sailing the seas of perception. In this context, it is sound that we fear death; the loss of our ability to remember. And, perhaps more so, we fear being forgotten.
But then, how come we experience tranquility,
in those moments bereft of memory?
When life slows,
to a stand...
still.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

We move in unison. Each taking our own steps at our own pace, yet all striking the ground at the same time. We perceive otherwise, we see others, notice how their pace differs, how ours matches our heartbeat, how theirs goes off track. We judge without seeing from their perspective, and miss out on a lot we would understand if we were walking their pace.
However, most of the time, people do not notice.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

this will be our last update unless something goes right or majorly wrong

we still do not have a reliable place to stay. we know someone who has said we can stay with them, but it doesn't seem like they are going to come through for us. we have an interview with two potential renters tomorrow, but we are scared they will not work out.

currently we also do not have anywhere to store our things. we do not have much, but our books take up a lot of space.

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we are unsure how to respond.

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I'm thinking of various shades of red, orange, and yellow. I may be shy and insecure on the outside but I'm a fiery bitch on the inside... Or is it the other way around? Oh well. Here's a less trashy song brought to you by Thomas Jefferson.

tldr: Not canceled, just IRL is a pain in the ass. Last 3 chapters are still in the works.

I haven't posted here in a bit, and I thought you all deserved an update. The gist of everything is, the events of COVID-19 have put a lot of stress on everyone involved. I don't want to go into personal details, since I figure you guys are here for horse stories, not the personal life of some random guy on the Internet. Progress is still being made, slowly, but surely.

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There comes a time of action, some might claim, where we take up arms against our troubles and march forwards. At those times we can accomplish great feats, and topple what stands before us. Yet, those moments are presented in the past. As a necessity then, less than it is today. We see not the pillar that tower over us, for we stand too close.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Hey everyone!

I just want to say a very spooky Halloween to everyone.

As soon as this blog post goes live, you can go and read a Halloween Special on both the books I am currently working on.

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If I take an action, in that moment, the action defines me. Should I refuse to act, then I am marked by its absence. For each moment, I am marked as the being who performs that action. Who makes that choice. And if the future is yet to come, and the past is written and defined. Then I will forever be, the person I am right now.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Blackest Friday of the cycle is met with a gleaming pearl of white marble.
The contrasts of nature and its inhabitants grow defined, greys shine in their new hues, melding with the pearl of the sky or the everlasting umbra engulfing the earth.
There are no true extremes in hue, yet this night comes close.

Wishing you all to survive the deepest day of the cycle, and that your Friday is full of fun.

At times, our feet reach out for solid road, to be met but not but our erroneous presumptions. A step ary leads the body to fly, yet only for a short while. Reality crashes into us, and we can not but ask forgiveness. For can we blame the irrefutable earth, when we were the one with our heads in the clouds?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Sorry for yet another delay. Turns out 2020 is just straight-up no one's year.

Our previous thing is done, and now our ties are severed with these two stories. I hope. I really, really hope.

This week, we're continuing the hellscape that is "My Inner Life." Fun times, surely.

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Got three one shots for folks interested in stuff outside Night's PoV. It's in a new anthology that runs parallel to She Drives Me Batty.

It's here in Echoes of Family.

Also, 'cause I still haven't praised it enough.
THE COVER ART IS AMAZING!

So... My week's not been pleasant and it's only getting longer... Last Saturday (the 19th) I came home from work and took my usual post-work nap (It's my Friday and I can do what I want!)... Only when I woke up, I was feeling miserable. Sniffles, Sneezing... Just Yuck...

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