Firstly, I will take your praise for not titling this post, “Murder, He Wrote.” I also could’ve gone with the much gayer, “Murder, She Wrote,” but my queer powers are at their nadir. Something to do with the moon or fucking Trump or having worked sixty hours this week. Probably all three.
Read MoreIf I think of a tweak, an improvement, a mistake I can correct, why would I force myself to ignore it? That’s straight silliness.
Read MoreI found some diagrams that were on Pinterest, which meant I needed a fucking Pinterest. This rolled into looking at hot dudes on Pinterest for inspiration for a hot dude character, which was time well-spent as far as I’m concerned. Looking at men is a bit of a strength of mine.
Read MoreYou people that use fine point pens: you know that we’re onto you, right? We are aware you are small animal murderers, every one of you.
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