Me, Finishing A First Draft: Yes. This Is Very Good. This Time, I Have Created Something Perfect.

Me, finishing a first draft: Yes. This is very good. This time, I have created something perfect.

[several weeks later, coming back to do edits]

Me: Jesus Christ.

My uterus is haunted

Snippet from my queer polyamorous romance novel, Community Witch - an unapologetically trope-y, cozy, and relationship-driven romance story about the healing from trauma, found family, and joyful queer relationships. (Looking to publish next year.) --- Aspen snorted. “What am I even going to do about tonight? I don’t know that it’s a date, but if it is… what do I do about coffee with Rav next week?”

Becks’ answering sigh was a mix of fond and exasperated. “First, it’s coffee, not a betrothal. Second, porque no los dos?”

“What?”

“It means ‘why not both’.”

“I know perfectly well what it means. But--”

Becks cut Aspen off. “You can date more than one person.”

Aspen scoffed. “I’m still not convinced I’m not too much of a disaster for one relationship, let alone two.”

“Look. Stop being a weirdo and go get dinner with the hot jock, okay?” Aspen heard Rachel yell something in the background, which Becks then repeated for Aspen’s benefit. “And send photos.”“I will not,” Aspen said firmly, then hung up.

It came to me in a dream

Me: I want to see a variety of character types and backgrounds. Is that what you have, or do you have another queer with anxiety?

My brain: I have a new original character.

Me: You're sure. You have a new idea and it's not just an anxious queer.

My brain: That is correct. I have a totally original character.

Me: Excellent! Please give me the original character.

My brain: [hands over an anxious queer]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills