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Hey y’all, Let me get right to it, since I’ve still got this enormous sprawling novel thing I’m doing and it’s very time consuming. The horrors both public and private of 2016-2020 taught me not to make too many goals or resolutions. Life is what happens
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It’s New Year’s in the Library. And I’ve decided it’s finally time to free myself and leave. How? You’ll have to keep reading in 2023, I guess. But that’s coming.
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Wendy’s wicked stepmother
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For the TTRPG nerds in da house (and curious onlookers)
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Plot is a useful tool but it’s also a pain the ass, I say. You say whatever you think, or you’re just listening. Whichever. Yeah, I go, my issue is that if I really get into a story and like the characters, like the setting, it gets hard
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There aren’t really any Christians in the 32nd Century, but the 21st is positively teeming with them. I’ve had a hard time getting my head around the philosophy of the religion. It seems quite bizarre and contradictory. Many religions are, so that’s not unique to it, though
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Hey babes, Just taking a second to express my heartfelt gratitude for your readership, friendship, and support. It does mean a lot, and this is the season for saying so. At least, I think it is. I’m not Christian, but I know a lot of you probably are. Also,
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I’m looking through papers on a writing desk. I have my reading glasses on and am wearing flowy wide legged pants, a tank top, and a cashmere cardigan. My face is scrunched up from concentration so it’s possible I look more masculine to you. You are wearing whatever
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Welcome to the show, this kudzu literary project of mine. Let me walk you through it. First off, I’m Teresa Van Santana. You can call me T or Tracy, depending on how well you know me. I am, among other things, a writer and a secretist. What’s a
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And other phantasma, courtesy of dreams #16 & 17
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We walk around Camp O-Bag, and I show you the sights. I’m a natural at orienteering, so you don’t have to worry about getting lost. We’ll be fine. In fact, if you’ve read Everything Fails, you know this place already. It’s where I hid out
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Ashe Stickygum. I’m leading with his name in the body so you know who I’m going on about, but I am absolutely not fucking naming a chapter after this cockstain. I will also be saying his name as little as possible, so stay by my side, babe. Don’
