Gah. I keep getting so busy I forget to exist online.
Hello, internet. *waves* I exist, I swear it! I'm just editing all the things.
Gah. I keep getting so busy I forget to exist online.
Hello, internet. *waves* I exist, I swear it! I'm just editing all the things.
Absolutely amazing issue of Grimdark Magazine is getting ready to head your direction. Check it out!
My favorite books to edit are the ones where I can *feel* the author's passion for their work through the pages and prose. When the author really loves the story they are telling, it shows. #amediting
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Huh. I was sitting here minding my own damn business and the answer to that tiny plot knot that's been bothering me in my WIP just slapped me upside the head and started doing the cancan.
I try really hard to never work on weekends, but occasionally I start editing a book during the week that I find so engrossing I can't stop thinking about it so I find myself editing the thing through the entire weekend because OMG HOW DOES IT END?
Honestly, I have the best job. #amediting
Project Hail Mary audiobook cover.
In other news, steadily progressing in my listen of Project Hail Mary. Really enjoying the character's voice and can't wait to see where it goes.
I also found the most GORGEOUS zinnia seeds. They are called seΓ±ora zinnias. It will be a hot minute until I can actually start them and plant them and watch them grow, but oh, I am eager.
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I finished buying all the seeds I plan to grow for the 2026 season today. I'm *so* ready for spring.
Thanks!!
Thank you!
Three medals from The Conqueror Challenges: 100 miles done virtually around Madagascar, 56 miles along the south of France where I learned a lot about Van Gogh, and 50 miles around the island of Bali.
Can I show off something Iβve been working on this year? Iβm working on my fitness and mobility. Canβt stop, wonβt stop. 206 miles of dog walking and sundry (doctor approved) workouts logged with these three medals.
In one month I did all that, lost 13 pounds, and nearly 10 inches total.
ONWARD!
Well, I've had Project Hail Mary recommended to me about a bajillion times. Apparently the audiobook is incredible. I plan to start giving it a listen at the gym today. Can't wait. Thanks for all the audiobook recommendations!
I have heard The Lost Apothecary was good. I also love nonfiction. I will check both of these out.
OKAY FRIENDS WHO LISTEN TO AUDIOBOOKS, tell me some fantastic ones you've listened to recently. I've discovered that gym time is audiobook time, and I would like to try out some new books while I do the thing.
Suggestions?
I donβt think Iβve related to something someone has said on the internet this hard in *a while*.
God forbid women do anything
A hellebore plant covered in pink buds. One pink-tipped bloom is open.
My hellebore is blooming and itβs GLORIOUS! #bloomscrolling
(Aside from my Discord writing group, who are getting to see snippets of it as I write, the poor souls.)
I showed my editor a bit of my WIP and he did not hate it.
*throws confetti*
Eventually I'll have to muster up the courage to tell people what the hell I'm working on, I suppose.
Holy hell in a handbasket the opening chunk of this book I'm writing really hits me like a sucker punch right in the heart. Every pass I make on it just gets that emotional knife sharper and works it a bit deeper.
I've really missed the absolute shit this.
I just sat my happy ass down and wrote 1,992 words in my WIP, closed out a chapter, and absolutely am digging both the prose and the story.
Thatβs wonderful!
I'm sorry. Is it helping now, though?
Sometimes it's hard to see, though. I always thought PTSD was something war veterans dealt with, and I am not one. I had no concept of what it was outside of primetime TV depictions. So when shit started going sideways in my head, I had *no* idea what was happening. None. And it was *terrifying*.
Anyway, the darkness thing... I think understanding yourself makes you less afraid to go into those places that you likely might have shied away from before. For you, that might be darker stories, etc.
But that's also one thing that *hasn't* changed through my CPTSD journey. I still find the darker, sharper edge of these themes more interesting to play with. Like, it's the painful side of healing that appeals to me as a writer, for example. How much "getting better" (whatever that means) can hurt.
I don't know if I've gone lighter, as such. I think I have a better grasp of how painful/wonderful my healing process has been and I'm eager to explore that in the literary sphere. But that's something I had *no* concept of before, and any healing journey terrified me.
Itβs interesting how that self-exploration changes things. I find myself more eager to dynamics of healing now rather than just the dynamics of misery.