#mostly a reminder

[indecisivewitch]

Every so often I start to feel awful for not placing food/drinks on their altars in months but then I’m reminded that I share my things with them daily and invite them with me on walks to get my child to and from school, etc.. so while I may not actively be putting things on their altars they’re still included and receiving thanks and appreciations.

In other words: Don’t feel bad if you start slacking on your practice or are unable to do the things you want. The gods still love you and understand that life can be difficult sometimes.

[frostythelawfullchaotic]

Frozen take;

You can let people enjoy a piece of media and still hate it. Sometimes different people like different things, you know.

[candystaples]

stuff that I """need""":

black boots that don't have holes in the sole

a jacket or some sorta light coat, why didn't I buy that blue uniqlo 'military' coat :( :( :( I am so stingy.

heavy winter coat gotta go to DENMARK

maybe another pair or pants so I can have two pairs?!

1 shorts

shirts THAT'S IT

[thebentone]

To Hell With The Goddamned Muse

The muse is a sonofabitch. No, really. He's an egotistical, maniacal dude who only shows up to give you a small tidbit, a piece of his mind that is somehow supposed to allow us to sink into a world of magical fairies, mysts that envelop, and an imaginary world that is equivalent to a Playgirl centerfold that also somehow possesses a Nobel prize in chemistry. (Which, by the way, if you happen to be one of those, call me.)

The reality of the situation, though, is that he is often more like that friend who shows up with a pizza, eats a slice of it, makes a comment on what you're doing, and then leaves. He gives us just enough of a whiff of the pizza to make us hungry and just enough of an idea to make us want to see more. But, before we can strap his ass to a chair and make him spill his secrets, he disappears into the night, seemingly never to be seen again.

Enough.

The point I'm trying to make here is that there will never be that dose of divine inspiration that you need to finish your masterworks. If you're going to write, do what the masters of the craft did: fucking write. Otherwise you're never going to get anywhere or do anything. I'm not trying to seem more alpha or macho than I am (because believe me, I'm about as macho as a pink tutu). I'm trying to convey a point that we seem to miss: we're never going to get anything done just by dreaming.

[burning-passion-for-war-blog]

[Alright, back from class. I finally have some idea of what I'm going to do for the anon request that is still sitting on my inbox, another for tomorrow's battle day in Sawmill with Erika and will try to remember Jenny needs to ask Isaak about Avery's whereabouts, much to her dismay. Yes... I can do this.]