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Ok Inky I NEED THAT SWITCH-A-ROO CHAPTER!!! :D I’m kidding, how are you? <3 I pray to every deity I know to them make Canada's weather more sunshiney for you. :D

Dear nonnie, I hope someone up above hears ya- although thankfully today was a glorious kind of snow day! I had the kind of happy days that only happen occasionally so I’m hopeful that this will jump start some of my normal creativeness. Once the work really starts flowing I will post a warning so everyone can brace themselves for the inevitable word tsunami that will happen haha

Thank you so much for the message, it made my happy day even more brilliant! And thank you for reading my nonsense story! 🙂 

WRITE IT BADLY. Write it badly, write it badly, write it badly, write it badly. Stop what you’re doing, open a Word document, put a pencil on some paper, just get the idea out of your head. Let it be good later. Write it down now. Otherwise it will die in there.

Brandon Sanderson on overcoming writer’s block to create a first draft as a professional author (via almost-always-eventually-right)

Goddamnit

This is my gimpy little crane. I’m learning to fold origami and I’m really proud of him even though he’s got a silly ruffled tail and a funny awkward head.

He took me nearly 45 minutes to create because I suck at folding but I love him and now his name is Eustace.

I had been hoping to write today. Instead I woke to a piercing shriek as my baby girl bled all over the kitchen from a cut on her hand that looked much, much worse than it was. 

After spending an inordinate amount of time in the ER waiting for a tetanus shot we ended up pigging out on breakfast at 1 pm and sleeping a large part of the afternoon. 

Now it’s evening, the sun is long gone and I have accomplished absolutely nothing responsible (chores, budgeting, general adulting things) or pleasant (writing, reading, reviewing etc). 

But, at least she’s okay. Currently she’s stashing cookies her grandmother made for her to feel better all over the house. I just found one on my shelf tucked between an abacus and my stamp collection. 

I don’t know what the deal is with my brain but it is absolutely catching zero breaks. Oh, Muse where art thou? 

Maybe my kiddo scared it away O_O

Much love, 

inky

p.s 

on another note, my boy pointed out a sticker on the ER wall today while we waited for his sister to get looked at by the doctor. He was anxious because she was bleeding everywhere and pretty teary. He saw this sticker and it was the first time he smiled since rushing to get me when she hurt herself. Proudly he pointed to it and said. “I know what that is. It’s a Fla-mango.” 

Fla. Mango. 

Is it terrible that I didn’t correct him? I just kind of love that he calls it that.