Wakeing Dreams

I am an ambitious fool, a daughter of da Vinci

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We just won't talk about how I just suddenly came up with an explosion of ideas for an entirely new series.


I think a trilogy just became a 4 book series.

This is what happens when my mind is left to wander.

I've said it before and I'll probably say it again -- I love making masks, but damn does it do nothing for my brain. At this rate I'll end up with 20 thousand 15 book series.


My mother's answer to this whole gender thing is to just categorize people by what private parts they have.

Like...no mom...humans are more complex than that...

Plus that would require actually having to know what private parts people have (because let's face it, you cannot always go off facial features anymore -- if we ever really could) and, personally, that's just not something I want to have to know about everyone I come across.

Plus, okay, then what about nonbinary people? We'd suddenly not get a category at all, accurate or innaccurate -- it just wouldn't exist.

This is why I'm not out to my mother and will never come out to my mother. She doesn't even respect that I don't want my preferred name connected to my biological name -- I can't even imagine the conversation if I tried to tell her I'm nonbinary. Especially since I still have long hair and would kill anyone who tried to change that and I still love long flowy skirts (I like to spin xD).


And why even the fuck do I suddenly feel the very powerful need to write my western story??? THAT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING THAT'S GOING ON AROUND ME!!!

To resist or to give in...


*throws everything*

That's it. My creativity's on override on steriods on meth on crack on sugar on rocket boosters.

I have been watching Make It or Break It for *checks timestamp* less than 6 minutes and I want to work on Caprica's story.

HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO MANAGE ALL THIS?!?!

Maybe a more practical question is how the fuck do I restrain myself? Because apparently I've forgotten.


So this is what my sewing room has become in this mask craze xD Today's project is trying to clean all this up.


Or maybe I'll just go on a drawing binge...cause Leieana's story...I'm kinda thinking might be better told with images...

UGH NOW I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO


I'm still actually in too much pain for sitting upright in my desk chair to be a wise and comfortable move...and yet here I am, borderline obsessively writing. My hand feels like it's going to fall off, I'm trying to make myself at least switch to the computer to give my poor wrist some relief, but that means working on a different story, or at the very least a different part of what I'm currently working on, which normally wouldn't be a big deal but I think I'm obsessed with this story because I can't stop.


I wanna play ESO but I wanna write but I haven't played ESO in ages but I'm dying to write but


New Facebook Page

That's right, ya'll, I finally bit the bullet and made a facebook page. I still don't trust the site, but I figure, why not? It's not like I put personal information on there anyway. It's brand spanking new, so perfectly blank so far (though I must admit to being in love with my cover picture <3 ) and, to be very honest, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing over here, but please support and encourage me anyway! I promise I am trying!


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