Megan Paasch @meganpaasch@wandering.shop
It’s cool though, it’s cool. The hubs & I are on the case.
Re my last post, no, that math homework question wasn’t fake. It’s on my 10yo’s homework tonight.
??? Who is this Nancy chick? Where’s Lana? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH LANA, TOM?
You got me through middle school, #doloresoriordan. You’re even being listened to on the first page of my #wip. RIP 😟
I can't help but þink þat þis will get to a level þat's just taking þe piß
Are we mucking around with English orþography again?
I þink we are
My novel outlines are written in chalk. On the floor. And shaped like bodies. Because everybody dies.
To be fair, no one has ever proven I'm NOT six cakes stacked on top of each other in a hoodie.
We keep finding clear-headed pushpins on the floor. Finally figured out that the kitten has been getting up onto my desk and pulling them out of my cork board with her teeth, then carrying them around & depositing them in interesting places...like the stairs. It is by sheer luck that no one has been stabbed in the foot. Yet.
Me (playing Stardew Valley): “I got a horse! What should I name it? I was thinking Shadowfax, but it’s not a white horse.”
Hubs: “Daylightemail.”
Me: ...
Hubs: “You know, Shadow? Fax? ... Daylight. Email.”
Me: “Yes, I get it.”
Me: At least while I’m bed-bound with the flu, I’ll be able to write uninterrupted. I’m gonna get so much done. It’ll be the productiflu. A great fluppertunity.
Also me:
I have the flu so bad. High fever. Coughing fit if I move. Chest hurts when I cough. Head pounding.
Dreamt I was a spy who’d infiltrated the upper Nazi ranks, and I was trying to get to a super secret Monopoly game that the Nazis were tracking before it fell into their hands.
So the fever dreams are a silver lining, I guess.
*sings* If you're happy & you know it clap your hands...*pauses* See, your hands are too busy to type now. That's why writing requires angst
This year, I WILL #write every day. Every. Single. Day.
Except Tuesdays—I have a thing on Tuesdays. And Thursdays because that’s chore day. Fridays are TGIF, and I’ll deserve a break that day.
BUT BESIDES THOSE DAYS, I WILL WRITE EVERY DAY.
Except weekends, obvs.
And Mondays
maple classic™ 
a classic (via repost, don't know the source) https://computerfairi.es/media/mmNIVU2A6mfA7huEzyI
*dials phone number*
*puts phone to ear*
*child suddenly notices I exist*
*constantly swats child away and points to phone while child bounces around me* “Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom?”
WHAT?! I’M ON THE PHONE
*person on other end...*
I get the same feeling when discovering a new story to write.
https://wandering.shop/media/ZDpD2MbsTXiM_1pzRNs
Ok, gotta get off of here for a bit and get stuff done. *browses some more*
Guys. Guys.
The reason so many of us need glasses is because we’ve gotten away from Raw Sunlight. I’m designing goggles that actually focus UV directly *into the retina* and am ready for several million in seed capital. Who’s in?
