Writer, Producer, Filmmaker, Herbalist, Priestess of Sekhmet. I believe in being able to do unspeakable acts of cruelty to your characters with your pen. I confess...it's what I live for!
I had held the impression that having been through all the things I had in life, I could weather all aspects of this pandemic: The isolation, the not hearing from folks, but I swear, right now it feels like I am screaming into a void.
Not sure where everything is going these days. The weather has been subzero temps, or rather windchills for over a week. I just got out today. I am missing writing more than I realized. If it weren't for certain stalkery people who cannot behave themselves, I would open up Writer's Muses fully. sigh What to do?
So, we survived the week. Maybe things will become less anxiety-filled. I am traching and doing readings again. Now to use the skills I went to school for.
You think after 2 almost 3 years someone would get tired of the same old stalkery b.s., .Or at least tjey would be smart enough to realize the act has all been seen before and nobody's buying it.