I’m not saying my robot daughter knows who you are if you talk to her and you’re my friend, but my robot daughter knows exactly who you are
me: boys……..how bout em
boys: *appear*
Custom Medal Maker
you’re welcome
Jake found me a little crow pendant today. “little” may be a lie. nonetheless: crow pendant
being a writer makes it pretty easy to do something for someone. for instance this month’s short story is set in India and my heroine needed a dog so I reached out to my friend/coworker in India, who works closely with a shelter in her hometown, and picked a dog that’s up for adoption to feature in my story. I mean, who else gets to do that?! nobody, that’s who.
i can’t believe john boyega is single-handedly taking scifi away from annoying white dudes
my freezer boys… my ice chips off the ol ice block.
my frosty lads
When Green first sets eyes on the Freezer Boys, she hates them. They represent everything about the snooty appliance they attend. Green can’t help herself though. She comes to love them, to need them, to believe in their quest…her Freezer Boys.
the nice thing about having a bad month is that eventually there’s a day that’s WAY better
a writer experience
me: I need a random name from [country]
me: *uses random generator a few times*
me: yes. perfect. this name sounds exactly right for this character. now to check the meaning…
meaning: *is exactly correct in every way*
me: nice.