You’re A Daycare Worker, Watching Over Toddlers, When The Imminent End Of The World Is Announced. It

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

Sharing this to wish break a leg against the performance that is my life.

Daydreaming about my book:

Writing my book:

One should always have at least 2 craft projects going. That way, when one of them is messed up and misbehaving, you can switch to another, and let the first one sit there and think about what it's done.

I can’t remember if I’ve ever posted about this but I do local theater from time to time and I’ve gotten to know a lot of people in that small world because of it. So somewhere along the way I made it a tradition to send one of these back stage before show to the actors if I happen to know them. The awkward part is when I go to thrift stores and stand in the toy isle looking for cheap dolls. I’m going to a show this evening.

if you read in a frog paper “specimen was released in the field immediately after capture” chances are very good that what it actually means is

“i dropped the damn frog and despite the fact that we fell all over each other no one could recapture it”

love is a beautiful thing and although it can be painful I would encourage everyone to do it and do it often without the hesitation of "what if I get hurt?" you will get hurt but why is that so frightening? have you no trust in your own ability to be hurt and get over it? how silly when your whole life is a testament to your resilience