I'm sure there's another event out there that has picked up the slack, and I might seek it out in a couple of days or later this month, but today, I'm just going to be a little sad that an event I was part of for so long no longer exists.

It taught me that I had to get over myself and that no first draft would be good, but you can't edit something that doesn't exist. It taught me how to do volunteer work, like you cannot crowd-source anything, and you have to just pick things, and everyone has to deal with it.

NaNo has been a major part of over half of my life. It taught me how to trust my own talent as a writer and that if I let the words flow, they will come. It taught me how to hyperfocus and write fast.

Who says getting older means you have to be boring? It just means balance, and I balanced out my 39th birthday with plush. Please enjoy this picture of Cashew's adorable face.

I despised Rebel Moon but I unironically love his Watchmen adaptation and Sucker Punch. It's why I always laugh when people accuse me of being a hater.

I recently used mine when water started leaking down my walls into my bathroom. I'm not losing my towels to apartment BS again, so Netflix came in clutch.