Hannah Murray

The bestest boy.

My kid is a fucking rail and just broke 100lbs at 11 and she's not wearing bras or menstruating yet, give me a fucking break, bros.

Amazing what people can do when you make it possible for them to survive.

I thought it would take me an hour to do the computer things I needed to do, but it did not, so now I have to do the cleaning things I need to do, and that's annoying.

What a bag of dicks.

I've been working on a book proposal and alternating between "this is meaningful" and "this is pointless," and a friend recently shared this quote that she stumble on in a Goodreads review: "Every book is a grand gesture of optimism on the part of both the reader and writer." Keep creating, friends.

Square graphic with imagines of the ebook of The FILTH Ever Afters with the tag line "when happily ever after isn't just happy, it's filthy" with a QR code that leads to the ARC site and a banner that reads "ARCs available NOW!"

ARCs for The F.I.L.T.H. Ever Afters are available via BookFunnel! Get yours now: bookhip.com/VHSWXAN

Would 1000% buy

My child is unnaturally excited to go to school today because of her new backpack, which to be fair is very smart, and since it fits her well and holds all her shit I’m also pleased despite the $120 price tag, I give it 3 days before it comes home with some kind of sauce stain on it.

explain your username:

short version: it’s my author pen name

long version: when I was choosing a pen name, I picked Hannah because it was a shortened version of my given name some people already called me (i.e., a nickname) and Murray because it was my dog’s nickname

Bought my kid a new backpack, one that will hopefully keep her from getting chronic back problems in the 6th grade. Though since she has to carry all her books, supplies and laptop all day (district eliminated lockers for 6-12) it feels like a stop gap measure at best.

The answer is “everything”

yay kitties!

Planning to get the kiddo her own phone for xmas. Well, a phone that is hers to use that will stay in the house unless she's going on a sleepover or school event (NOT school) without us, and I'm going to have to do a whole bunch of research on parental controls/tracking/locks, etc. Tweens are hard.

My religious philosophy can be summed up by the theme of Bill & Ted's Excellent adventure: Be excellent to each other, and party* on, dude.

*whatever party means to you - to me, it means frequent naps, frequent hugs, and romance novels

The thing that made my MIL finally agree to stop besides her fear of literally killing someone was the promise we gave her—and have kept—that we would get her transport whenever she wanted/needed to wherever she wanted/needed. That freedom and independence is what she was loathe to relinquish.

DYING. I love Papi.

Why is it always 4am, too?

My MIL Mr. Magoo-ing it behind the wheel, saying “If I hit someone I’ll stop driving, all right?” like that was a perfectly reasonable thing to say.

But it was a FIGHT, and a long one. We had to remind her she wasn’t just risking herself, but other people—children, babies, mothers who might never make it home to their families, fathers who might leave their wives & children penniless. Pull those fucking heartstrings, man.

It’s hard, because they see it as a loss of autonomy/freedom, and it is. We fought with my MIL for years, and she had several close calls, before she agreed it was time. It helps that we’ve made ourselves available for rides whenever she needs/wants, so the loss of freedom isn’t as keenly felt.

If I don't finalize this manuscript this week I will not get it uploaded by the Nov. 15 deadline, because my toxic trait is that I can edit and revise FOREVER.

It's going to take somebody dying, and even then, a lot of people will still think it's worth the risk.

My mom wants to move my dad's airline miles to her account, but she hasn't logged into his account or his email since he died 2 years ago and can't remember any of the passwords, the TOS says if you die you forfeit your miles, and I'm just trying to keep her from going Wrathful Widow on Delta.

Fatphobia is one hell of a drug.

My husband went to bed early because he has to be up at 3:00 am to take his mom to the airport, so I'm the one up with everyone else in bed. It's weird. But I do get the TV all to myself.

Me: RUN YOU MOTHERFUCKER RUN!!!!!
Husband: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Baseball.

My husband had a bowl but now he’s standing at the pot dipping one of yesterday’s baguettes into it and just going to town and this is actually my love language.

36ish hours later, we have soup.

The ham stock is on its 2nd day of simmering, in about an hour I’ll start transforming it into soup. And we shall eat like kings.