My second topic of my catch up is the new hashtag game that got me up from the depths of writers block and out of depression alley, which is right by prostitution lane. I don’t know why. I didn’t design the city. For reasons I’ll continue to cover in future posts, I struggled with writing after January. I had been posting stories quite regularly on my Gumroad page last year and then I became Moby Dicked over the Blank Page Story Challenge. That is to say I was obsessed, not the porno option, and I certainly didn’t go hunting the owners down with a big harpoon. I wanted to win it, and win it bad
know, I know, I’ve been away for yonks and now when I finally come back I’m begging for your help with something. It’s rude and undignified but I’m a cute little girl so I can get away with it right? Right?? Why else would I be? Certainly not for all the sekuhara.
Story 2 is out for sale on Gumroad. Click for links!
One problem I have had through out my entire time online is just how much there is to do and manage. If you’re a normal person (i.e. not an artist) I can imagine that it doesn’t matter if you are only on one social media and concentrate on that, but as an artist I feel I have to be in as many places as possible and be active on all of them to draw attention to my work.
I have a theory that everything we do is to get back into the womb. If you think about babies and how they develop this makes everything more clear. Babies love to be wrapped up tight in a blanket, swaddled, because it reminds them of the tight space of the womb where they were so comfortable.
Dwelling on it only doubles the damage.
Today has been about as emotionally draining as you can get. I should have known something was up when I woke up dizzy. It wasn’t dehydration, like I thought, but a huge fleshy, pulsating, polymorph having a four course meal. To start with it is my favourite little girl’s birthday, and I can’t be with…