Sincerest apologies for my outrageous amount of audacity. I made my son laugh so hard he threw up and my daughter told me 'i like what you did!' in reference to my hair. I'm unstoppable.

Started listening to @hiddenbrain.bsky.social podcast again and damnit. Looks like I will be off my bullshit and being a better person this year after all.

Sometimes I write and it just comes so effortlessly. The other 363 days of the year, I beta read to maintain my "writer" status.

Went to the Mexican meat market because they're the only place selling Mullein. I think I'm in my Bruja era.

supporting your public library is so sexy

Picasso was a fuck boy.

I'm in my Kanye era and will not be taking questions.

To anyone who stumbles upon this and signed my yearbooks "stay sweet" - I didn't. In fact, I am now a veritable nightmare.

I just had an epiphany. I love writing but always find it hard to write. Then I realized my problem is that I'm used to a reward system. Every aspect of my life has a tangible pay off. Work hard, get a raise. Eat well, get trim. Etc. But writing is just a thing I love. I need a brain rewire.

Has anyone else noticed that their daydreams are becoming sadder? I used to daydream about traveling and huge houses that overlooked mountains and now it's "wouldn't it be great if someone erased the IRS logs so I wouldn't have to pay taxes."