Kitty Chandler ✅ @kittychandler@wandering.shop

Hell Caster is turning into the most dysfunctional cast ever and I fucking love it.

There's nothing quite like the high school freshman giggling you get when you're writing a scene between two characters and you look at them and think "you two have totally knocked boots, or you're going to in the future." #amwriting

Oof. Okay, I'm done. Sorry to get that all over your feed but ... I don't know, I wanted to talk it out I guess.

Also I really really love Mastadon's ability to put things behind a cut. I"m just saying.

The poor parents were around squawking and warning the ferals away, but there wasn't anything anyone could have done as far as I can tell. And especially not if it died within 30 minutes of me finding it.

May your next life be sweet and easy, poor birb.

I'm not sure what got to it. No tear injuries.

Anyway, I went inside finally to put my stuff down and grab some latex gloves, thankfully the boy brings them home from work. When I got out, it had definitely died. It was definitely yelling when we looked at it earlier and now was limp and very dead.

It's so small I have absolutely no idea how to kill it for a second, and neither does the boy who I called out to look at it. I briefly consider calling wildlife services but I don't think they can save it either.

Its' definitely got some internal damage by the way it holds its wings like it... can't hold its wings. And some red lines on its body like it's been broken inside. And one of its eyes is... I don't even know what. Exploded?

Well. That was horrible.

Was coming up the walk from the driveway and one of the ferals was crouched in the grass, which happens a lot. Some of the birds were yelling at him, which does not.

I look down and there's what I think is a dead baby birb! I shoo the cat away from the birb and find something to poke at it to see the damage.

It is not dead.

So, someone on tumblr expressed some concern trolling about people who had 100 "OCs" that they "knew through and through"

So my Editrix and I decided to count up the casts of my various projects.

We got up to 212 before we decided to stop.

... the central conflict and another bit player and it's TWO ANGSTS ONE FRIDGE. It's a wild party up in here. #amwriting

After a considerable amount of arguing I now have my main character's name, the central conflict, and some more background.

Let the actual writing part of writing begin! #amwriting

Okay, main characters are NOT ALLOWED to pull this "names have power so I'm not telling you mine" bullshit on me. I am your AUTHOR. You will LISTEN. #amwriting

All right. *scrubs face* World isn't getting any less terrible and I still gotta feed my cats so. Okay writers, let's get writing. #amwriting

I FIGURED OUT WHAT I'M SUBMITTING TO TOR. #amwriting O FRABJUOUS DAY.

Almost down to a month to work it and I still have no idea what the hell I'm going to submit to Tor.

So this is going well. #amwriting

Lucy's last name is not Westerna Lucy's last name is not Westerna Lucy's last name is not Westerna #amwriting

Oh god, I've created Robin Armin in the space military. #amwriting #nocontextforyou

Me: You can't tell me the Leeroy Jenkins model isn't accurate to my way of writing.

Editrix: I cannot in fact. #amwriting

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*screams, launches self into a pile of notes, edits, and drafts*

ANTOOOOON CHEKKHOOOOOOVVVV!! #amwriting

The evil of the GOP is so much on my mind right now I almost accidentally titled this document "the Pilot of Eville." So that's a thing now. #amwriting

Okay. Deep breaths. Eating some fruit. Fleshing out the background of this project. And drafting it at the same time, because I'm an idiot like that. #amwriting