Couldn’t have done it without the advice of other Bluesky writers. Went to bed shockingly early, at their suggestion!
Back at it #5amwritersclub. Early bedtime made a difference; I’m already up and have journaled and had my coffee. Let’s go.
Good morning, #5amwritersclub friends. Still editing today. I’m looking forward to hosting an early-morning Bluesky bananza when this is finished—you’re all invited.
I heard someone say “it’s wrong to build your business on stolen intellectual property” and I was shocked at how good it made me feel.
I think we’re all so conditioned to keep our mouths shut rather than argue with idiots. Now when I hear someone standing up for objective good, it feeds my spirit.
Might be shooting myself in the foot with the #5amwritersclub thing because it’s so much more comfortable to write in a notebook during cold, dark winter mornings. Also extremely inefficient.
Amazing. Look at us!
Hope it went well! I got two chapters done!
Thank you!
Morning, #5amwritersclub. More editing today.
I guess I need to move up my bedtime! An early bird is a happy bird.
I try for 9, but I have an 8-month-old baby who is going through a sleep regression. I’m thinking I need to be in bed earlier.
Hi again, #5amwritersclub. Question: what time do you go to sleep?
Merry Christmas Eve! Today is a great day to send the senators’ phone numbers to the neighborhood moms group chat.
Intrigued to report that holiday events sometimes go off without a hitch even if you do not incessantly worry about them.
I just saw my name on the schedule as a lecturer for @hamlinemfac.bsky.social and my heart did that dreamy little pop that hearts do when they’re happy.
It does not matter what your favorite is. Pick one. We make it happen.
It still amazes me that companies are still okay with paying mothers less. Y’all realize that without our labor, your favorite holiday would cease to exist as you know it, right?
Beats me. It’s always had a special place in my heart regardless.
RENT IS DUE. GO ERIC GO.
#amwriting because it keeps the optimism alive in my soul.
In 2025, it’s the data centers that are going in, pulling from the grid, and making energy prices skyrocket for people who are already living in impoverished towns surrounded by bald mountains and the relentless noise of the drills. But it’s really nothing new.
I could change it to ten more industrial monsters who routinely rape the land and take advantage of the people living there. So many options!
A convenient thing about writing about the state where I grew up (West Virginia) is that I just changed the evil fracking drills leering near my MC’s land to an evil data center. Was it a hard change to make? Nope!
Oh I love that! Bookish friends are one of life’s great gifts.
As part of my quest for joy, I’m reading THE HOBBIT again and just finished the part where Bilbo meets Gollum. It wasn’t until the chapter ended that I noticed I’d been clenching my teeth and gripping the pages and not breathing for who knows how long. But yes. I found the joy.
Thanks! I just have a lot to say and keep coming back to it. Wait for HYMN FOR THE FORSAKEN for book club! I’m working on some discussion questions now. If you know of some good general ones, let me know!
Slowly coming along. I’m on a deadline right now doing some tedious work—changing the tense and modifying the voice a bit. It’s slow work, but it’s going.
What are you working on?
I debated over it for days. But I bought it.
I don’t shop at Target anymore (and neither should you) but I saw the same toy at a competitor store for $44. That’s over a 46% increase.
I wonder: do we all have personal recession indicators? Mine is a weird one: I bought a toy for my son in 2024 at Target for his birthday. It was a remote control mario car, and it was $29.99. That number is burned into my memory because we didn’t have any fat in our budget at the time and
$12k! I mean, I believe it. But wow!
