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The view from the tent this morning!

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Same here!

Maybe it’s just me, but. When I’m reading something and am just flat-out enjoying it, like filled to the brim with glee at the author’s wording or characterization or imagination or ingenuity or pacing, I stop reading. I am so full of excitement and love that I have to stop wherever I am and pace around or do something because Words Are So Damn Cool I need to expend some energy or I’ll explode.

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Amen.

New concept: Lets support all trans people and not just the ones we find attractive.

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Wasn’t what I was after but first fish of 2019 was 2.4 lbs so I’ll take it! #pickerel #fishing #catchandrelease https://www.instagram.com/p/BwOP-y8gy8H/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=k9ov67c0yqto

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This is the creativity crustacean

He alone controls all of an artist’s creative energy, motivation, and gumption. He determines when you work and what you do. He lives in the mind of artists- any artist- writer, painter, dancer, actor, singer, poets. You’ll know when he’s giving you inspiration because he offers you the pen.

He tries his best but he’s very small( and he sleeps a lot) so he can only offer you this help at odd times when he has the energy.

But fear not! He has been lifting. And he’s hoping to help you find your muse this year.

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attention writeblrs:

I am looking to connect with some writeblrs, so if you are a writing blog, book blog, study blog, or a blog with resources for writers, please reblog so I can follow you. If you want to follow my writerblr, the url is: @badass-rebel-babe

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Today the lady behind me in line at the grocery store checkout politely tapped my shoulder and when I turned around she motioned toward my giant bundles of kale and asked: “what do you do with your kale? Do you cook with it, or make juice, or…?” And i admitted there in front of god and the world “oh I feed it to my peacocks.” And she just looked so taken aback that I said “I’m sorry that’s not the answer you were hoping for”

And that’s how I learned other people don’t really know what to do with kale either. We’re all pretty sure it’s edible, though.

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My fabulous husband!

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Been digging playing this cover out lately and I’m trying to get comfortable with putting up more videos so… here you go. This is “Must Be The Whiskey” by Cody Jinks.

#acousticcover #seagullguitars #codyjinks #queermusician #trans #transman #lgbtqia #queer https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv71DpxAapO/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11jd9fjzi9gip

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Up next is a show I’m super excited about! @lyricalnonsense (Rachel Marie) is an incredible storyteller and songwriter and I’m stoked to share the stage with her at @dedhamsquarecoffeehouse on 5/10/19! Maybe we’ll even prepare something a little special for you… only one way to find out! 🎶 🎙 #singersongwriter #acoustic #indiemusic #livemusic #localmusic

#trans #transman #lgbtqia #queermusician #queer #queermusic #queerart https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv7JmUSAjcX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9oggy69nb9ha

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This is so wholesome

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“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.”

-Toni Morrison

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15 for 15

I took a few days to get to this but here I am:

The rules are to pick a character from your WIP and have them answer these 15 questions -- then tag 15 people!

This is Elizabeth, the protagonist in my novel The Bone Woman:

1. What is your full name?

Elizabeth Anne Ford

2. What does your full name mean?

Elizabeth means something weird about God. Ford is just my Dad’s last name.

3. What are your other names/nicknames?

My Mom calls me Eliza and I hate it. Josh, who lives next door, teases me by calling me Eliza-Eliza.

4. What is your gender?

Female

5. What is your sexuality?

I don’t know! I get butterflies in my stomach thinking about this stuff.

6. Where are you from?

I was born and lived in Pennsylvania until we moved to my Gramma’s house in Massachusetts. 

7. How old are you?

I’m eleven years old.

8. What is your magic form/what species are you?

I’m human but it would be cool to be something magical!

9. What does your human form look like?

I have brown eyes and brown hair, which is long and straight. I’m short for my age.

10. What is your aesthetic?

Comic books, Girl Heroes, Purple, Drawing Pads, Unread Books, Sunsets, Night Skies, Antique Keys, Sun on daisies

11. Who is your best friend?

Rebecca, although she lives far away now.

12. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

I would love to get my ears pierced by Mom won’t let me yet.

13. When are you happiest?

I am happiest when Rebecca and I are creating a new comic book adventure.

14. What is your biggest secret?

Something happens to me every time I’m around Josh. He makes me feel so good and so strange at the same time!

15. What was your first impression of ______?

My first impression of the Bone Woman was that maybe she was just a bad dream. I wish that had been true.

Tagging: @quilloftheclouds @thingswaitingtobewritten @sanctimonies @miriamctaylor @kaigods @victoiirres @shylawrites @requiemesque @failedyoursavingthrow

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Happy Trans Day of Visibility!!!

Happy Trans Day of Visibility to all my trans, nonbinary, agender, genderfluid, etc. followers!!!

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“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”

— Anne Frank

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60 Awesome Search Engines for Serious Writers

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Someone in the Fort Collins Area owes me an explanation

So, I’m up at my parent’s house to return the power tools I borrowed and say hi, and I’m out walking the dogs. Got a leash in each hand, dual-weilding doggos. It’s a bit tricky but they’re used to this and don’t tangle as much and I’m the only person with good enough knees to stop them when they see snackable wildlife.

Anyway, we’re on the North end of the Poudre River trail, by overland, you know where that long bridge is? And I’m disposing of dog waste right before the bridge like a responsible adult when I hear what sounds like an ice cream truck playing “Yankee Doodle” at roughly five times the speed it’s normally played at and see the following:

There is a gentleman rapidly approaching our location who is also dual-weilding doggos, but in his case he’s got a pair of malamutes barreling down the trail at full Iditarod speed, clearly having the time of their lives. They’re hauling thier human behind them, whom I will describe from the top down:

He’s wearing a helmet, which is the only sensible thing going on here. He also has a magnificent handlebar mustache that is flapping joyously in the unusual October rain. He’s wearing a full body Spandex suit of such intensely clashing colors that is physically hurt to look at, but most importantly

He is riding

A unicycle.

It’s not a normal unicycle either this gentleman is towering over us mortals in an unreasonably massive unicycle, like he’d lost the back end of a penny farthing and decided that was an acceptable means of transportation. I see a device attached to the seat that looks like a pedal-powered music box which explains why my ears are being assaulted with the speed core rendition of Yankee Fucking Doodle. I do not see brakes.

I realize I have half a second to grab my own dogs before they decide to join or topple this strange Traveller from wherever Dr.Seuss books are set. I gather each animal under my arms and stand there with a collective hundred pounds of writhing canine under my armpits as the malamutes pick of speed and as they pass the gentleman cheerfully bellows something at me that I don’t hear because Arwen has already partially broken my hold and is attempting to climb on my head, presumably to launch herself at him.

And then he is gone.

We stand there, staring bewildered in the direction of his last known trajectory, listening as speedcore Yankee Doodle fades into the distance. Even after it is gone I still wait, because the trail ends in half a mile from here and I expect to here a crash, possibly even see a fire explosion. But nothing comes, only the sound of October rain and confused dogs.

So if you know of this gentleman and if he’s still alive/on the material plane, can you ask him something for me?

How the hell does he STOP?

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YOU’RE STILL A WRITER IF:

you don’t write every day or every week

you haven’t been able to write in a few months

this is your first story or your hundredth 

you never finish a book 

you are completely unpublished

All you gotta do is write!