State of the Author I'm Old and Everything Hurts My right wrist decided to quit and give me a handful of hell.
Life, Fuckups, and Trivialities Feet, Please Stop Failing Me I managed to sprain my ankle in the process of getting out of my car
AI Assisted Programming With Cursor I have a long and storied history with my attempts at programming computers.
Life, Fuckups, and Trivialities Making, Creating, and Improvisation There have been steps towards doing stuff and making things. Or making stuff and doing things.
Dear Diary... I'm Being Completely Normal About Murderbot You can now attest the high-pitched squealing noise to the moment I was forwarded the YouTube link to the teaser trailer
Life, Fuckups, and Trivialities Teeny Tiny Baby Steps I have eighty-five chapters to go before I can literally close the book on A Devil's Tale.
Life, Fuckups, and Trivialities Cyclone Alfred The projected path has changed. The storm's slowed down.
Life, Fuckups, and Trivialities Grindstone? Ground Down I know just enough to know what I could be able to do if I was just a handful of neurons smarter than I think I am.
Dear Diary... Time Manglement With the Tism This entry's pretty much about why Weird Writer Wednesday is happening on a Friday.
Just Writer Things Accidentally Mentoring... I have no idea how this keeps happening. I've picked up a third mentee.
Dear Diary... Simple Solutions The bougie fancy whatnot from the fancy-ass bougie bakeware shops was as useful to me as a meringue umbrella.
Actually Autistic I've Been Going Through It Switching to Linux is not an easy task. Further to the point, I am a dummins.
Anxiety The Anxiety is Real I've been procrastinating on a lot of things. Today, I had some real good excuses. In-person time with MeMum, who did need me for an extended Leyland's tour of errands. And tech support. And a good gasbag, because who doesn't need a good gasbag?
Dear Diary... Anger at the Details Over the passage of several baking days, I began to suspect something was awry.
Life, Fuckups, and Trivialities This is... not... I have less free time because I can't keep focus. I can't keep focus because I'm always tired.
Life, Fuckups, and Trivialities Running Out It’s just about my bedtime and I currently have no revelations to -uh- reveal. I do apologise.
Life, Fuckups, and Trivialities Publisher Hunt: The Longer Short List First off: I found another list of publishing houses that don’t care if you have an agent. And I immediately weeded out all of the ones who wouldn’t touch my material with a 40′ barge pole. The bad news out of this is that it raises the short
Life, Fuckups, and Trivialities Re-Spec Mah Prioritah I’m in an economic pickle once more. The money I once had has gone to frivolous things like… food. And emergencies. And bills.
Life, Fuckups, and Trivialities [X] My Life As far as I’m aware, my hub site is down for the count. At least two testers have got a 502 [bad gateway] error.
Personal Illogic Self Care and the Indie Artist’s Regime TL;DR- I spent the entire weekend looking after myself and not producing content. Are you mad at me? I was sick. I managed to pick up whatever vile Lurgi seems to be doing the circuit these days, and it’s been my best friend and worst enemy for an
Thought Stream Progress? I have my email back. Yay. Which means I can field my rejections and hand out my supply of fucks-to-give for as long as they last and to whomsoever deserves them the most. I don’t have a lot, though. I give a fuck for my Primary Parental. I give
Personal Illogic Repairs in progress? I asked my Beloved how the site fixing is going and they said it could well be done today! Spoiler alert – if it isn’t, tomorrow’s blog is going to be dipped in lava-hot snark. If it is… this may be the last entry you get for weeks on
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