On the first day back to school this semester, I wrote a little bit in the back of my planner. Here it is: This being my last semester didn't hit me until just now. Well, today more generally, especially being in fiction workshop, a class that's
One of my favourite vines, from when vine was a thing, was someone dressed as a pretty jank Ronald McDonald crashing a McDonald's and shouting, "let's mcfreakin' lose it! get outta your mind!" while a little kid goes "yay" in the
A class last week in my "The Writing Business" course came with perfect timing. After previous classes discussing the financial benefits of writing (very bluntly), and a guest speaker accountant, prof Marita thought it was high time for us to get some much-needed love. Or therapy. I'
I talked a bit about not recognizing myself in my last post. It's still been on my mind, especially since classes started. The first two weeks of any September means working pretty much non-stop for the community garden, where I work. The fall semester especially is huge for
It's not just the date. There's a story somewhere between my the date of my first post here, my promise to write, and the title and date of this post. Summer went by like nothing. I had all these ideas at new years, like I always
The title that appears on my Animal Crossing: New Horizons passport also works for my existence on the internet. It took a while, but after spending more time on Bluesky, I finally stumbled across a post about Substack alternatives. It was this one, by Maia Kobabe. At the time, I