Good luck to everybody doing #NaNoWriMo ! We don't have to write well. We just have to write. What's usable can be sorted out and dressed up later.
No spooky sounds outside. (Not until the coyotes come out later.) Nothing weird happening.
And I still feel like everything is standing in an open doorway. Not what it was anymore, and not yet what it will be...some odd hybrid of those things. I've been feeling this for several days now. Like the air is full of potential.
Haven't done #NaNoWriMo for a few years, but I've decided doing it this year might give me a boost on my stories!
No idea what happened to my old NaNoWriMo account. I did it for, like, six years I think. But okay! Fresh starts can be good.
You said
"But you be you"
And I suddenly
Realized
You didn't mean
That
And just how often
I wasn't
Me
Any more
#GrowAllTheThings Here's another of my #PlantBuddies ! π±π Lantana and I go way back and I will not hear any mean things said about her. But they grew in the ground where I'm from. Has to be in a planter where I live now. Butterflies have been stopping to feed as they head south for winter, and lantana will come indoors for a while when it gets colder.
The reason CoSo has lasted for the last 5 years amongst heavy competition, growing everyday is that the warmth and compassion displayed here, is real love. We care about everyone here. No one is here to profit off you. No one wants to sell you something or convince you of their ideas. You chose who to follow, what to read and what you want to say.
The main rule we have, is be nice. Take the vile contempt back to twitter. We don't need it or want it here. We want to play nice. That is all.
Happy Halloween, CoSoNauts! I've posted a #divination charm reading to my substack (no pay wall) to look at the coming stretch of months.
I don't adjust easily to new things. I thought I'd make an account here, check things out, and then forget about it because I'd stay in the familiar space.
Nope!
The past couple of days, when it comes to my social media time, have been so much more enjoyable and so much less anxiety. For someone who doesn't adjust easily, I'm getting comfortable here quickly.
Writing up a substack post for a Halloween #divination reading. I've been doing this for a long time and still worry sometimes that I over-explain. It's my autistic nature to want others to understand it as I do.
Another plant friend! My lady palm is a little under two feet tall. I've only had her a few months. Sitting to the right is my friend Hayden from the Hookland Doll Emporium. #GrowAllTheThings
Oh no...we just found out my husband's pet salamander died today. He's heartbroken. She was his little friend who ate from his hand.
The cat will be heartbroken, too. They would sit at the corner of the tank and chat with each other. Salamander looked for the cat when she couldn't climb over there for a few days after surgery.
Bard with a ukulele. Friend of Lake Monster. 93% stardust. Autistic. Fabulously weird.