CONTEXT: Willa does really care about her family, and I feel like there is some residual guilt from how she treated them as a teenager. Kind of lashing out at her mother deserting the family and her dad/multitude of siblings (remember, she’s number 3 of 6) were caught in the crossfire, especially her sister, Emily,… Continue reading Conversations with Younger Selves – Willa
My mom has a wide social circle, clearly.
I’ve been getting so many Autumnal/Halloween drawings recommended to me on Instagram. And not like from last Autumn – from people who are ready for Autumn NOW. Now, I am all for welcoming Autumn in with open arms. But it’s really hard to get into the vibe when I walk out the door and it’s… Continue reading That Autumnal Feeling
I have rediscovered going to the bookstore. And my wallet is crying. But my bookshelf…is also crying because I’m running out of room. And they’re just going to have to deal with that, because books.
I swear, I will get back to Drawtober eventually. I just needed to get this out of my head. Long story short: I got the job. Starting the week after next, I will be a full-time library circulation aide at a different branch in the system. And I have a lot of feelings about it.… Continue reading A Puddle of Emotions
Take a hint, Summer. We’re ready for cooler weather, pumpkin-flavored everything, and big fuzzy sweaters. So get gone.
This thought did pop into my head the other day after seeing someone on Instagram mentioned doing this to their own OCs. Like, I would NEVER want anything bad to happen to my characters. They are my BABIES. Then I remembered Quincy. Then I remembered Willa and the backstory I made for her years ago.… Continue reading Tragic Backstories
It’s been a week. A long, frustrating, draining, emotions-running-around-in-circles, week. A week where you could stand on a cliffside and scream into the void whilst confusing some mermaids.
Based off of a true story where a random hot dog showed up on our front lawn. Still have no idea how it got there. Maybe someone WAS having a hot dog throwing competition. We may never know.
Truthfully, Quincy doesn’t need to be anything more than just Quincy. Because he’s Quincy. Who apparently has a backwards hand that I didn’t notice until it was too late. Whoops.