So yea, this happened today.
Here's a few updates concerning the progress of my art requests, editing/proofreading requests, Snippets contest and story updates/new stories.
Death is ever present and you end up excepting and it falls to the back of your mind, until something brings it back to the forefront. That is exactly what happened, to me at work the other day. There was an accident out in the parking lot of my place of employment; a motorcyclist got into a collision with a bus and ended up going underneath the rear axle. He died before the paramedics got there... It's things like these that get you thinking about how fragile life really is. So that is
Hey all, hope you're all being safe and well.
So my plan for WMMH this year was to update at least once a month. That hasn't happened but most of what I planned for this year hasn't exactly happened. While I have at least four chapters written, my beta got sent off to a remote part of Alaska for his work, to work long days with very little internet or free time. So poor Moony is waiting for his return so we can work on edits and get a load of chapters out.
I don’t like talking about my problems. Not in any great detail at least. I do not take pleasure in looking like I’m fishing for sympathy. But when life kicks you to the curb, you want to pull up a stool at your favorite pub and just vent with the bartender.
If there's one thing I can't bear to witness, it's people or family fighting and being at each other's throats on a daily basis. If y'all have any respect for those close to you, then you'll listen.
*HEADS UP - This was written days ago, sometime last week, when my mind was rolling in bad, dark stuff.*
Well, given the day before yesterday’s scare, it put things into perspective for me. Truth is, I never do admit how I’m feeling to anybody because each and every time I’ve tried to tell someone in my family that something is wrong or that I needed help, I always get insulted and / or ignored entirely.
I...normally don't do these kinds of things. I usually think they're not something worth my time. As in, at all. I know many others have made blogs responding to this individual in the past, but I feel like it's time I addressed this. Also, spoilers for the latest Death battle, so here it is if you haven't seen it.
Hi. Been a bit since you heard from me, hasn’t it? I imagine you’ve been wondering if I’m doing alright, or what I’ve been working on. Have I been writing? I’m trying to. Below, I go into personal matters. If you want to stop here, you can. I won’t fault you none.
Have I been doing ok? Yes and no.
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So, this story, this story right here.
Oh god this story is kinda stressful. One, I look up so many things. I ask questions on Quora and bother knowledgeable people all the time trying to be as accurate as you can be when you involve a magical world of magical creatures.
Warning, I get a little emotional here. Kind of, yeah, a vent piece, some of which I might incorporate into my next stories, but, I’m in a mood, and not sure what better/else to do (that I feel like it)
Ok—
This one will get a little morbid.
Be warned, this talks about cannibalism and child endangerment in a school argumentative essay.
If you didn't know, I have a grandmother who recently beat a very rare case of cancer. She was strong, we prayed for a miracle and she survived. We thought everything would be fine from then on, but just recently, about a few days ago, she started feeling very sick. And it's important for a cancer survivor NOT to feel sick after treatment like chemo and all that. So this past Sunday, she's having breathing problems and finally my aunt takes her to the hospital.
Not many things in general life do faze me, and if they can or if they do, it has to hit a nerve with me or have a significant relevance to me or somebody I know, i.e, family.
HELLO THERE. IT'S ME. The most inconsistent author on the platform! :D
Live footage of everyone's reaction when I come crawling back for the 5,000th time.
Let's talk about Into the Light. Firstly, I apologize.
You have been click-baited.
Writing... what is writing to you?
To me... its partially a way to vent, partially a way to live out things I wish I could go through. And by things I mean the more... Slice of Life works of mine, as in the ones I have yet to post... or whatever I have posted in small quantities. I enjoy it a lot, to the point that I'm pretty sure I'm still gonna be writing fanfiction until I'm old and grey, and still looking good as fuck because... logic.
So… where to begin, the title alone might be some minor cause for concern… but allow me to explain, let’s start at the beginning of my fimfic career/hobby, shall we?