Crafty!

Jun. 14th, 2011 11:31 am
aldersprig: Photo of an upside-down cat, with the words "Tales for the Sugar Cat" (SugarCat)
I love it when writing and crafting cross-pollinate! Book arts is great for that, and I'm doing a bit of that now: now that Tales for the Sugar Cat is done, I'm working on the individual copies for donors - some are pdf, which is fun, but others are actual paper "prettified" copies, which just rocks.

I have a lot of pretty paper here and there, sort of an astonishing amount, really, so I'm having fun with the longer stories, making mini-books. None of those are done yet, but two are in glue-and-sew-up stage. One short one just hit the mail today.

In other news, I'm knitting like made. I only see my Baby Cousin's babies once a year right now, on 4th July, so I'm trying to get a little dress for her and a little vest for him.

And I'm getting sort of excited about upcycled/recycled yarn: there's a list of links in my [livejournal.com profile] altersprig craft journal.

Yay crafts!
aldersprig: Photo of an upside-down cat, with the words "Tales for the Sugar Cat" (SugarCat)
Gentlefolk, I am pleased to announce Tales for the Sugar Cat.

This collection of short, flash, and micro stories span genres and universes, from scifi to fantasy to romance. Most of the stories here were written in response to prompts from an online audience during the eight-hour writing marathon, the Drakeathon.

I entered into this live-writing marathon to raise funds to help defray the costs of my cat Drake's recent diabetes diagnosis, hence the title Tales for the Sugar Cat.

In this book, you can explore new planets and find hidden corners of earth, meet strange creatures and stranger humans; the twenty-five stories here consist of a sampler pack of my fiction.

Donors to the Drakeathon, I will e-mail you a "free" coupon for this e-book within the next 48 hours.
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)
And that is the last of the prompts given from the Drakeathon, written!

(My parents donated and have not prompted, but everything I've actually gotten a prompt for has been written).

All together in a document, it's just under 14,000 words, 27 pages of 8.5x11 with no intros and little formatting. I plan to add to this a couple already-written things, where the prompt was "please continue this story."

Next step(s): editing and formatting for the e-book. I know at least one story needs polishing - Lost Princess of Paradisia. I'll have to read through again to see about the rest of them.
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (snow)
The last of the Drakeathon prompts is another take on Jilliko's "Dreams of Winter." It is between a cut of descriptions and depictions of death

Read more... )
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)
From [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's prompt/invitation: you are cordially invited to play with either of my urban fantasy poetic series, Monster House or the Psychic Photographer:
http://penultimateproductions.weebly.com/serial-poetry.html
This is a riff off of her Monster House series, which you should really, really read.



It was Melody’s idea to leave cream out.

We were living in one of those broken-down used-to-be-nice old houses in CollegeTown, sharing a three-bedroom place with four other people, and our stuff was vanishing. We confronted the worst of the roommates, but his beer-sodden answer was to blame “that freaking fraggle.” We chalked that up as Worse Excuse Ever, until a late-night return caught the little imp (the so-called fraggle, not Joe) in Melody’s underwear drawer. A little internet searching and some library time later, and we’d invested in a little cream and set a flea-market saucer in the coolest windowsill.

Our stuff stopped disappearing overnight, and the cream was gone every morning. What’s more, stuff started coming back; Melody’s underwear, my signed guitar picks, the goblet from our first year together; when we saw the imp – boggart, our studies suggested – it looked fat and happy. When we moved, amongst our stuff was enough of our roommates’ trinkets to make up the back rent they all owed us.

We keep putting out cream. It was another small and harmless eccentricity in our collection of such oddities we treasured, souvenirs of our life together. With the new place, we’ve taken to leaving out oatmeal and honey for the brownie in the kitchen, too.

Hey, some people collect shot glasses.
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)
From the second of [personal profile] kc_obrien's 3 prompts: "A Changing of the Guard," 326 words

“How is he?” Ronni set down her bag outside the hospital room long enough to pull out a wrapped sandwich. “Here, I got two.”

“Thanks.” Ana took the proffered food and, with a glance at the closed door, sighed. “Getting better, I guess. I mean, he’s healing, he’s stable. Physically.”

Ronni winced, and nibbled at her own sandwich without appetite. “So, still pretty bad?”

“Still pretty bad,” the other girl confirmed. “He’ll talk to me a bit, if no-one’s around, but a lot of it is incoherent. I mean, he knows I’m me, and sometimes he calls me by name… but that’s it.”

“Well, at least he’s talking to you.” The sandwich tasted like ashes in her mouth, but she made herself eat. “Christ, Ana…”

“Yeah, I know.” She shook her head. “I don’t fault you. No-one but Tom does, and, well, we both know he’s crazy.”

“And himself.” She tilted her head at the door. “He’s always blamed me.”

“That’s just the beer talking, and the pills, Ronni. Everyone sane – which includes him when he’s thinking straight, knows you only did what you had to. I would have done the same in your shoes. Nearly did,” she added, more softly.

“It wouldn’t have changed anything.” Now it was her turn to reassure, a dance they did twice every day at their changing of the guard. “He still would have … well, it had already happened. You didn’t know, going in, but he did, and I still would have done what I did.” She glanced at the door again. “He started this ball rolling, Ana.”

“I guess you’re right.” She finished her sandwich and balled the wrapper up violently. “Some days I don’t know why you don’t hate me, you know?”

Ronni shook her head. “Don’t be silly.” She tossed her own wrapped and braced herself for her turn on bedside duty. “He chose to cheat on me with you. He got himself into this mess.”
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)
The first of the leftovers, prompts I didn't get written during the 8 hours of the 'thon, from [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's prompt "Aliens land in Washington, D.C. and say "Take me to your leader." They are taken to a CEO instead of a politician."

We'll note I did a lousy job of sticking to wordcount in any way this time around. 260ish words.

The Anklea had listened to the radio transmissions and watched the video signals for years as they neared the Djarit-class planet, so that when they arrived, they would have a working understanding of the major languages and the expected landing protocols. They had practiced the language that appeared the most frequently until their extended muzzles and bifurcated tongues could handle the strange sounds.

It was a long journey. Their linguists wrote a Ankpose-to-English dictionary and then, when that bored them, an English-to-Ankpose. Their scientists wrote treatises on human biology; their engineers studied their greatest engineering achievements.

They landed their Visitation Vehicle in the water outside biggest city of the primarily-English-speaking continent and sent their best diplomats and their best linguists to make contact. When they encountered the first humans, standing on a dock staring at them, the chief diplomat proclaimed, in carefully-practiced English, “take us to your leader!”

The CEO of the marketing firm overlooking the Bay was the nearest leader around, and she was having lunch with her press secretary. The press secretary took one long look at the Anklea, enough to ascertain that they were unlikely to be humans with clever prosthetics, and called the media, while the CEO called her lawyers.

By dinner, all rights to the Anklean’s images belonged to the company, and they had artists working on a comic and a plushy doll. By Friday, the whole world had heard of the alien visitors, and their image as slightly-absentminded professor types was well-cemented. With their long, peltlike coats and their muzzlelike faces, they did look a bit canine, after all, and everyone like a shaggy dog story.
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)
We had our Drakeathon Pizza last night! It was feta-and-fresh-tomato pizza and a spicy roast beef sub from Joe's Carryout, and it was delicious!

I am staring at teenycon and thinking the e-book needs at least one sketch. Were there any images that were particularly iconic or memorable from the 'thon writing?
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)
This weekend was my Drakeathon: an 8-hour livewriting marathon over two days to raise funds to help offset the costs of my diabetic kitty's insulin, needles, and vet visits.

For 4 hours on Saturday & 4 on Sunday, I took prompts and wrote from them in a GoogleDoc open to anyone who donated.

I received $155 in donations, got 20 prompts from 16 people, 13 of whom donated.

(in sick kitty terms, this is one bottle of insulin and 100 syringes, or 6 visits to the vet, or 155 days of canned cat food).

Things I learned:
* I like livewriting. I really like it. If I could do all my writing in front of an audience, I think I would.
* GoogleDocs works, but it has its flaws. It's not right there visible to everyone, which I think might draw more interest.
- Clarification 1: It's not in everyone's face the way LJ/Twitter are. Having a docslike thing on the webpage would be ideal.
- Clarification 2: the flaws are generally in the word processing features of googledocs.
- Why did I set this up as fake bullets and not real ones?
* (Something I knew already, but I'm not sure how to capitalize on best): Interest makes interest. If half of your Twitter Feed or F-list is talking about something, you're more likely to be interested yourself.
* 4 hours at a sitting is too long, and midnight is too late.

Things that surprised me:
* I got less unpaid prompts (5, from 3 people) and more paid prompts (the other 15) than I thought I would. I expected a lot more little 50 or 100 word unpaid prompts and less 600+ word paid requests
* I write slower than I thought I would. I still have 2 unpaid & 4 paid requests to write in the next week, totally 3900 words (I wrote ~7000 words over 8 hours).
* People seem rather interested in what sort of pizza I'll be getting with the $20 incentive level (probably take-out Indian. There's no good delivery in East Nowhere where we live)
* It probably shouldn't have surprised me, but I had quite a few Addergoole prompts (4, plus two in the wings that are "Addergoole /or/ Cali;" Addergoole is my webserial I've been posting for 2+ years) and none for the current fantasy short story setting, Reiassan.


All in all, I had a lot of fun. I'm excited to put together the e-book, as that will be another learning experience, and I will probably do this again at some point.

* Title changed from "postmortem" to indicate that the kitty in question is still alive and well!
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)
From [profile] risha_moon's prompt, "I think it would be neat to have a story of my two characters Poink and Boink - http://risha.deviantart.com/art/Poink-Reference-28227312?q=boost%3Apopular%20by%3Arisha%20poink&qo=1 http://risha.deviantart.com/art/Boink-Reference-Sheet-32634771?q=boost%3Apopular%20by%3Arisha%20poink&qo=18 Poink (the blue one) is curious and likes to go on adventures. Boink is her loyal mate and usually ends up getting into trouble (comical trouble) because of Poink's fun."

“I think I saw an exit just this way,” Poink called behind her, her blue tail held high in the air. “Come on, Boink.”

Her green friend was too polite to point out that she’d said that the last three turns, and found them nothing but more passageways. Besides, there were a lot of fun things to see this way, and he was sure Poink would find the way out eventually.

“Maybe this way?” Poink pawed open a door, dancing back as a gust of cold wind hit them. “Well, it’s an exit, right?”

Boink stared at the trackless winter forest outside the door. “I don’t think that’s our stop...”
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Default)
from [personal profile] moonwolf's prompt "More on the Cali Catpeople.

She had been born the smallest kid in her litter, the runt, and so she’d learned early on to be quick and clever where size sufficed for her peers; she learned quickly how to dodge, and how to entertain herself, because she was often left out of their games - tiny, weak, dark where the other slave kids were often as pale as the masters, sharp-tongued and quick-witted.

She found herself, in that small age before they had regular duties, “volunteered” quite frequently for chores that no-one else wanted to do, “volunteered” by being shoved forward to the front of the pack of kids.

But from being volunteered, she learned that the masters and the foremen liked slaves who were eager to work, who stepped forward to do the unpleasant tasks. They liked them, and they rewarded them. For a runty house slave born to a kitchen drudge, the chores forced on her by her peers became a ladder out of the kitchen.

She grew up, although she never grew too tall. Her eyes faded to a funny yellow-green as she reached puberty, and the slave children of her litter took it as even more reason to hate her: the alien princess. The brownnoser. The runt. The volunteer.
Read more... )
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


Drakeathon has ended!

Fourteen stories written, four more prompts in the wings!

If I do not write your prompt yet, I will write it within the next two weeks, hopefully within the next week. The e-book will be done in the next month, as will the pizza and the prettified copies for donors.

Thank you so very much for everyone that participated!

See the rules here.






aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


And on we go!

Twelve stories written, six more prompts in the wings! Last chance to get a prompt in!

If I do not get to your prompt in the next hour, I will write it within the next two weeks, hopefully within the next week.


See the rules here.






aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


And on we go!

Ten stories written, eight more prompts in the wings, a little moral discussion into the nature of Addergoole villans.

We are $10 from the e-book! $10!

See the rules here.






aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


And on we go!

Eight stories written, nine more prompts in the wings, a new day a new game and it's going well!.

We are $10 from the e-book! $10!

See the rules here.






aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)
From [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's prompt "What happens when dreams are stored in a bottle, then accidentally spilled into a municipal water supply?" and [profile] jilliko's prompt "The Dreams of Winter"


He’d been doing it for years.

To say no-one had noticed wasn’t at all true: kids noticed. The particularly sensitive and the particularly wild noticed. But it fell under “don’t be ridiculous,” a category that covered all sorts of true things it was easier to forget. And the children were so rarely silly that their brief bouts were even easier to ignore: “Don’t be silly. No-one is stealing your dreams.”

If what he had been doing was physical, eventually, someone would have caught him in a difficult situation; indeed, he’d been caught, twice, peeping. But peeping is not that big a crime, and he was old and harmless.

It wasn’t until a teenager broke into his house on Hallowe’en that the police noticed something was up. It wasn’t until she and her friends stole the rows of pretty blue bottles with the wax seals, the long dusty collection that had been growing for quite a while, and dumped them in the reservoir that anything began to change.
Read more... )
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


The Drakeathon Continues!


Free Fiction From Your Prompts!

During the Drakeathon hours (8 p.m. - midnight EST Saturday and 2 - 6 p.m. EST Sunday), leave a prompt or request and I will write 50 words on that prompt and post it here.

Donate to the Drake Fund and I'll write 300 words on your prompt for every $5 you donate (up to $50/3000 words); additional perks for donors are listed below.

Signal boosting adds 50 words to the count; someone showing up from your signal boost adds another 50.

The first 3 free prompts each hour and every paid prompt are guaranteed to be written; paid prompts of over 1000 words may be finished after the 'thon but within 30 days.

If I write to your prompt I will post it to the blog or as a comment in the Drakeathon thread, with the name of the prompter (or another dedicatee if you wish); plus you get a nonexclusive publication right, so you can post it on your own blog or elsewhere as long as you keep the credits intact.

If I merge prompts I will add wordcounts together, thus your 50-word prompt may be part of a 100- or 350-word story, for example.

Prompts should be left as a comment to a Dreamwidth or LJ Drakeathon post.



Donor Perks

* Your Prompt /will/ get written.
* You will be invited to a googledoc to watch me write in real time.

Other perks vary with the total donations I receive:

If I reach $20, I get a pizza Reached!
If I reach $75, everyone who donates will get a printed-and-snailmailed or pdf-and-e-mailed prettified version of the story from their prompt Reached!
If I reach $150, there will be an e-book of the stories from these prompts; sponsors will get a free copy
If I reach $225, the e-book will include a never-before-seen short story of 1500-3000 words written for this anthology
If I reach $300, there will be a print book, and donors will receive a discount on said book.
If I reach $375, the e- and print book will have professional art for the covers & a second new short story.



What won't you write?

Anything that really squicks me. That's generally limited to sexual situations involving food, former food, dead things, or kids, but hardcore torture has been known to bother me, too.

Fanfic, or pieces set in other people's universes, unless it is your universe and you are asking me to write it, or if it's my universe.

Anything involving hurting animals. Especially cats. :-(


So what should I prompt you on?

Almost anything! If you want 150 words on daffodils, I shall give you 150 words on daffodils! If you'd like a short piece of erotica, I'm more than willing.
There are a few exceptions, see below.

If you're stumped, I have several years' of fiction in my livejournal. Try these tags for ideas:
More, Please - stories people have asked me to continue
FaeApoc - the setting in which my ongoing webserial Addergoole is set
Rin & Girey - a fantasy semi-romance abduction series
Cali - a slavery-and-porn series, sometimes with future!catpeople
"Vas" - a new series of short-shorts of planet exploration and unexpected findings.

If you're here from Addergoole, yes, I will write Addergoole or Wild Ones Stories.







aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


Yawwwwn

Six stories written, 4 more prompts in the wings, tired and a bit sore but that was funnnn.

If I didn't get to your prompt today (since there are 4 left, I missed a few), I will write it tomorrow! I write a bit slower than anticipated.

Hope to see you all at 2 tomorrow for more fun!

See the rules here.






aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


And on we go!

Four stories written, 5 more prompts in the wings, a little tired a little bouncy woooowooo.

See the rules here.






aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


And on we go!

Three stories written, 5 more prompts in the wings, this is fuuuun! :-)

I received a donation with no prompt, thank you! Do you have a prompt you want me to write to?

See the rules here.






aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


And on we go!

One story written, one half-done, 6 more prompts in the wings, this is a breeze. :-)

See the rules here.






aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


The Drakeathon Begins!


Free Fiction From Your Prompts!

During the Drakeathon hours (8 p.m. - midnight EST Saturday and 2 - 6 p.m. EST Sunday), leave a prompt or request and I will write 50 words on that prompt and post it here.

Donate to the Drake Fund and I'll write 300 words on your prompt for every $5 you donate (up to $50/3000 words); additional perks for donors are listed below.

Signal boosting adds 50 words to the count; someone showing up from your signal boost adds another 50.

The first 3 free prompts each hour and every paid prompt are guaranteed to be written; paid prompts of over 1000 words may be finished after the 'thon but within 30 days.

If I write to your prompt I will post it to the blog or as a comment in the Drakeathon thread, with the name of the prompter (or another dedicatee if you wish); plus you get a nonexclusive publication right, so you can post it on your own blog or elsewhere as long as you keep the credits intact.

If I merge prompts I will add wordcounts together, thus your 50-word prompt may be part of a 100- or 350-word story, for example.

Prompts should be left as a comment to a Dreamwidth or LJ Drakeathon post.



Donor Perks

* Your Prompt /will/ get written.
* You will be invited to a googledoc to watch me write in real time.

Other perks vary with the total donations I receive:

If I reach $20, I get a pizzaReached!
If I reach $75, everyone who donates will get a printed-and-snailmailed or pdf-and-e-mailed prettified version of the story from their prompt
If I reach $150, there will be an e-book of the stories from these prompts; sponsors will get a free copy
If I reach $225, the e-book will include a never-before-seen short story of 1500-3000 words written for this anthology
If I reach $300, there will be a print book, and donors will receive a discount on said book.
If I reach $375, the e- and print book will have professional art for the covers & a second new short story.



What won't you write?

Anything that really squicks me. That's generally limited to sexual situations involving food, former food, dead things, or kids, but hardcore torture has been known to bother me, too.

Fanfic, or pieces set in other people's universes, unless it is your universe and you are asking me to write it, or if it's my universe.

Anything involving hurting animals. Especially cats. :-(


So what should I prompt you on?

Almost anything! If you want 150 words on daffodils, I shall give you 150 words on daffodils! If you'd like a short piece of erotica, I'm more than willing.
There are a few exceptions, see below.

If you're stumped, I have several years' of fiction in my livejournal. Try these tags for ideas:
More, Please - stories people have asked me to continue
FaeApoc - the setting in which my ongoing webserial Addergoole is set
Rin & Girey - a fantasy semi-romance abduction series
Cali - a slavery-and-porn series, sometimes with future!catpeople
"Vas" - a new series of short-shorts of planet exploration and unexpected findings.

If you're here from Addergoole, yes, I will write Addergoole or Wild Ones Stories.







aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


The Drakeathon is in a few short hours and I'm getting excited!

I've figured out this googledocs thing, so donors will get to actually watch me write *chews nails!*

But if you're not going to be around tonight, and don't want to miss out, I don't want you to miss out either! Feel free to leave a prompt here, let me know if you donated/signal boosted, and I'll work on them through the evening.

Details here and here.

And here's the fun donation bar/Paypal button:






aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


This Saturday and Sunday, 2/19 & 2/20, I will be taking your prompts and writing to them!


How can I play along?

All you need to do to participate is show up and throw a prompt at me, and I'll write 50 words on that topic.

Signal boost me and you can double that (100); if someone shows up from your signal boost, you can treble it (150 words).

Want more? Want to help me pay my vet bills? For every $5 donated, you'll get 300 words on your chosen topic; you'll also be guaranteed that I will write to your prompt (prompts of more than 1000 words will be written within the 30 days following; limit $50/3000 words on any single prompt).

Sponsors will also get additional perks: you'll get to watch me as I write in Google Docs, and, as we reach fund-raising thresholds, you'll get additional perks as detailed here.


Where will this be happening?

In Livejournal, in Dreamwidth, on Twitter hashtag #Dkthn, username @Lynthornealder, and in a Googledocs doc.


So what should I prompt you on?

Almost anything! If you want 150 words on daffodils, I shall give you 150 words on daffodils! If you'd like a short piece of erotica, I'm more than willing.
There are a few exceptions, see below.

If you're stumped, I have several years' of fiction in my livejournal. Try these tags for ideas:
More, Please - stories people have asked me to continue
FaeApoc - the setting in which my ongoing webserial Addergoole is set
Rin & Girey - a fantasy semi-romance abduction series
Cali - a slavery-and-porn series, sometimes with future!catpeople
"Vas" - a new series of short-shorts of planet exploration and unexpected findings.

If you're here from Addergoole, yes, I will write Addergoole or Wild Ones Stories.


What won't you write?

Anything that really squicks me. That's generally limited to sexual situations involving food, former food, dead things, or kids, but hardcore torture has been known to bother me, too.

Fanfic, or pieces set in other people's universes, unless it is your universe and you are asking me to write it, or if it's my universe.

Anything involving hurting animals. Especially cats. :-(


I have more questions!

Good! I love questions! Post them here, or PM/email/telegraph me.
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)
So! I had a pre-request for the Drakeathon... and I need babies for it.

I need two kids, sh'Renata out of Rafe and out of Joff, born the end of Year Five; they need names, genders, and some personality traits at age nine (they are otherwise twins, conceived and born at the same time.)

Edited: @TheLadyIsUgly has provided Hagne (Rafe) and Alba (Joff), both girls.
aldersprig: an egyptian sandcat looking out of a terra-cotta pipe (Drake)


What's Livewriting? 1889ca's webpage describes it as "the act of writing a book or story within a set timeframe, with live updates for an audience that also participates by suggesting directions the story might go."

What's Flash/Microfiction? Flash fiction is generally defined as short-short stories, under 3000, 1500, or 1000 words. Microfiction is generally short, complete stories under 500 words.

What's the Drakeathon? The Drakeathon will be two 4-hour sessions in which I ask you, the audience, to prompt me to write short fiction. I'll ask for audience participation as I write, and post the stories as I complete them.

But,Read more... )

TL:DR Summary: Throw prompts at me, get microfics.
Throw money and prompts at me, get longer fics.
If enough money is thrown at me, there will be shinies

Drakeathon!

Feb. 1st, 2011 08:59 pm
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That's my Drake kitty in the picture there.

He was recently diagnosed with diabetes, which comes with a hefty price tags for insulin and vet visits.

To raise funds for his care, I'm holding a live-write-athon on February 19th and 20th, from 8 'till midnight on Saturday (EST) and from 2 'till 6 p.m. on Sunday. Prompt me to write on anything and everything!

Stay tuned to this journal for more details in the coming weeks.

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