Vlog!

Starting a vlog seemed like a great idea at 7 AM on my day off, and so the internet population may now reap the benefits by watching this glorious and rambling video. I’m hoping to include actual vegetarian/vegan cooking in future vlogs, but this one is mainly rambles and the far-off cries of attention-starved cats. Enjoy~

In which there is a new cat, new digs, and general fawning over Jodie Whittaker

So…yeah. It’s been a while.

To all those impatiently tapping their feet, looking at their watches, and saying, “What kind of time do you call this, then?” I can only offer the excuse that I’ve been buried under piles of crazed and lovable children, struggling to complete my MFA, and spending the rest of the time sleeping.

The good news, however, is that I’ve actually managed to complete my MFA with a Hermione-worthy GPA (insert smugness and general academic fatigue here), and my tenure as a teacher of preschoolers is wrapping up in favor of shifting gears to writing, editing, teaching, and (hopefully) recovering somewhat from my eternal and unceasing state of exhaustion.

In any case, because so very much has happened since my last update sometime in the Mesozoic Era, I offer you updates now in the form of a handy list:
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Women, amirite?

It intrigues me when people imply that women are weak or unsuited for *insert job here* because they get periods. Dude, we gush blood every month, have sometimes debilitating abdominal cramps, and just generally feel like crap, but we still get up and go to work and get shit done. Oh, and there’s also that bit where some women push tiny humans out of their bodies, which while not something I’d ever want to do, is still pretty freaking amazing.

So, yeah. It kind of pisses me off that “don’t be such a girl” is an expression meaning, “Don’t be so weak.” Girls are freaking TOUGH, man.

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…this post may or may not have been inspired by the fact that my uterus is trying to kill me today. Wheeee~~~

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This weekend, alas, has been something of a bust. I’ve managed, against all odds, to accomplish a few things – I opened a Word file and stared at it for awhile, which is almost like writing, and I even rage-washed the dishes (a convenient way to expel anger, tidy up the kitchen, and keep warm on a wintry day).

But for the most part, I’ve been a sad, lumpy lump of sadness, lying around watching stuff on my laptop and shouting into the soul-sucking black hole that is social media.

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Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut enough of that. Today is a new day, and there’s still time to turn this weekend around. I will Get Stuff Done, dammit. I will GET STUFF DONE.

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Which is full of writing talk and piss-poor doodles

So, aside from working, sleeping, eating, binge-watching The Graham Norton Show, and falling head-over-heels in love with Thomas Brodie-Sangster lookalike girls on trains, I’ve also been doing a great deal of writing as of late.

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Just like this, but less green.

Some of that writing has been strictly for my own amusement (such as the twelve-page tale I wrote about a trip my friends and I took to a Japanese barbecue restaurant, which I for some reason felt the need to transform into a Dragonlance/Dungeons and Dragons-style adventure), but the rest of it has been me working on my LGBT fantasy epic, Chosen. Continue reading