Badge Swap
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So Don’t Do That
Seven seems to be a magic number. If you break a mirror, you will have seven years of bad luck. If you marry, you start to feel a restless itch after seven years. If you plan to sue anybody for certain crimes, you have seven years before you reach a statute of limitations. Well… it’s been close to seven years since I’ve moved away from my parent’s house, and only now do I feel like a completely new person. When…
Frustrated
There are days I feel good enough about my art that I start sending out samples, trying to get work. On those days, my skin is so thick, rejections don’t phaze me; I just send my samples elsewhere and hope to catch someone off guard. This is not one of those days. I’ve been looking at other artists’ work, since I’ve been mostly unproductive. It’s akin to a writer reading other authors when the typewriter sits silent. But the more…
Little Miss Muffet Simply Can’t Tough It
It’s just a little phobia, so little it has no need to be called a phobia really. It’s just the sort of thing that makes the nose crinkle up and the top lip curl, the sort of thing that makes the shoulders rise in tension and the whole body shudder, the sort of thing, really, that makes one inhale all the oxygen within ten miles in an ungodly—but tiny!—gasp. It’s nothing, really. Just a little dislike. And it’s not like…
You Can Take It With You
The wildfires in my end of the state have forced me to take a good look at my possessions and think about what is most important to me. If you had only 20 minutes to evacuate, and if you had only the space in your car for your belongings, what would you take with you so that it doesn’t burn to the ground, forever lost? Well… all humans and household pets are a given. That’s easy. Next, I would take…