Warning: this post refers to the bad things that happen on the internet; wide variety of topics, be careful!
The internet is fragmenting...
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Warning: this post refers to the bad things that happen on the internet; wide variety of topics, be careful!
The internet is fragmenting...
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Warning: this post discusses and/or references panic attacks and Anxiety, murder, grief, forced marriage, and systemic failings
There are also some (mild) SPOILERS for Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events.
I recently found myself re-reading Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events.
[Warning: this post discusses mental health problems and grief]
Look, I've been through some stuff lately, and it's definitely affected me.
My mental health has not been good for the last 10+ years, and now, after losing my mother in February... my head has given me a whole bunch of Very Bad Days lately.
I can't bring myself to go into details, but... it was hell. As a family, we've been through absolute hell since October 2024.
Every now and then, out there on the Interwebs, I come across someone who disapproves of the 'romanticisation' of writing.
To them, writing is a career, a job, an occupation. Maybe they enjoy it, maybe they're good at it, but there's no fire in them that compels them to write.
My to-do isn't that long - at first glance.
But that's mostly because I only write down a few things that I need to prioritise and/or think I'm in danger of forgetting. 😅
My mental to-do list? Much, much, bigger.
Like... I expect a lot of myself.
Strange days are here to stay
Ever since Bowie died
It hasn't been the same
- Green Day, Strange Days Are Here To Stay
The world's weird, right now.
Maybe it always is, always was, always will be.
Still, I can't help but feel - and I know other people will agree - that we're in the middle of a particularly weird and wacky period.
The 2020s haven't exactly been an easy ride so far, and it looks like that isn't changing any time soon.
But whoever you are, wherever you are - keep going.
I don't usually write Nerd Church posts like this, but since Nerd Church isn't really tightly defined (...or defined at all, OK, I know,) I figured why not?
You may or may not have noticed that there was no Comics Wrap-Up (CWU) post, or Friday Fics Fix (F3) post this week.
- Which wasn't a planned break.
My life turned into another whirling ball of chaos this week, with my mother's health being very Not Good.
(Thankfully she's doing so much better now.)
I love American Horror Story (AHS).
It's amazing, let's be honest.
I started watching a fair few years after the beginning, and started from said beginning - Murder House (as everyone should, imho,) - so haven't actually caught up yet.
This story was originally published in the Medium publication Promptly Written in response to this writing prompt from Bella Smith:
— During a relentless rainstorm, two old friends reconcile their differences over a cup of coffee.
Over The Rain
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Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay |
Originally published on Medium
Warning: brief discussions of Anxiety/mental health issues
This is a reminder to any of you fellow writers/bloggers/whoever-s out there who need it:
You don't have to post everything.
You don't have to publish everything.
...brought to you by me, once again, giving myself a pep-talk and posting it on the internet 😅💪
Listen, the world is rough and tough and kind of awful sometimes.
It feels like everything is crashing and burning and we live in a frankly batpoop timeline.
It's my birthday today (15th Sep) so I figured I'd have a little fun.
(...of the nerdy sort, because that's on-brand, let's be honest.)
So, y'know that thing where people talk about their ideal celebrity dinner guests, either living or dead, fictional or real?
This isn't that.
But it is somewhat adjacent to that.
I thought that instead I'd talk about my celebrity birthday party list - with the twist that they also have to have their birthday on September 15th. Just because it's an awesome date, let's be honest.
So, here's my celebrity birthday buddies:
Conceptual theme — Villain
Twosome — Dreadful and Deadly
Warning: discussions of Depression and pet loss
...OK, doing this as a two-monthly thing is becoming an unintentional habit 😅
The only excuse that I have is that sometimes Depression messes my memory up - and the fact that I entirely (and I mean, entirely,) forgot to write a post for June coincides with some pretty sh**ty mental health days over the past two months.
So, yeah. I'm blaming Depression. And I don't feel bad about that, because it blames me for stuff all the time 😅
Warning: this post discusses Depression
I have not had a good week, mental-health-wise.
I had some very bad Depression days, and was generally not very good, mentally.
The thing is that when my mental health is poor, I really struggle to write.
Anything. Like, coherent sentences are a problem.
Let alone the *Writing* I really need (I explained the difference between writing and *Writing* here, if you're interested.)
Do you get the feeling, sometimes, that everything out there in the big wide world is kind of... rushed?
It's kind of fast, kind of hurried, kind of urgent.