It started in a plain, simple room.
Cas woke up, a dull thrumming pain behind her eyes her only companion. She lifted her head slowly from the cold metal surface, wincing against the soft white light emanating from the walls, floor, and ceiling. She blinked, and as her eyes adjusted she began to take in the room. It was a small space, and its only visible fixtures were the polished metal table she sat at and the polished metal chair she was seated on. A solitary streak of dried blood marred the table’s otherwise-immaculate surface. Continue reading
It is with my outrageous, excessive, and remarkably high levels of enthusiasm that I am pleased to announce the real announcement of the night.
First: I’m not sorry for wonky wording. I stopped drinking pop this week. Hello Caffeine, my old friend. I’ve chosen to give you up again.
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It’s Wednesday, and I believe I promised a big reveal today.
If only I could remember what that thing was.
“Happy Sunday,” said nearly no one ever. Hopefully, wherever you, the weather is pleasant, the day is not dominated by busy work, and Monday isn’t creeping in too fast. If it is, send Garfield after it.
He hates Mondays.
Fridays are much nicer. Without giving away too much, I should suggest there might be something new happening on Friday. Some sort of writing, perhaps? Maybe I’ll give away more details around Wednesday. Continue reading
Sure, sometimes those things are severely-charred zombies from the beginnings of some sci-fi Apocalypse, but just work with me on this one. It’s been a hectic day, and spending two hours in my car on the way home. The slightly snowy Pittsburgh roads weren’t the issues so much as the other drivers, but that’s another topic for another time. Continue reading
One week into the new year, and one week of goals tackled. It’d be easy to say I did great or poorly, but I’m stepping back as far as I can and trying to assess my progress this year in terms of efforts made versus efforts that could have been made.
Similarly, I’m also trying to give myself distance from my goals because I briefly toyed with the idea of doing a third Hundred Days of Blogging, but almost immediately realized that is a horrible idea that will only end in misery and sleep deprivation. Lord knows I need less of both of those things.
Same bad puns. Honestly, it sounded better in my head than it reads in the header, but I also originally planned to write it as “You(niverse)”…until that looked dumb, also. So here we are.
Happy New Year to you all, since it is now late enough that everyone has crossed the arbitrary boundary between 2017 and the three weeks of incorrectly writing 2017 on things. I’m sure I will be among those people. I hope you all had a lovely night and didn’t wake up with hangovers today, or if you did wake up feeling hungover I hope it didn’t linger too long. Like many, many, many other people, I am using the new year as a means of setting goals for myself in an effort to talk less and do more. I still refuse to call them New Year’s Resolutions, as the moment that label touches something it transforms into an impossible goal for most people. Continue reading