When normal things that should not bother me take too long, hers is the voice of my internalized impatience with normal, mundane things that have no obligation to go faster.
On Friday, May 1, I will be making key pendant jewelry and signing my books at the Bloomington Stitchery from 5-8PM! Come out and see me!
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I am offering commissions of my key pendants on ko-fi as well! Donations help me purchase author copies to take to book signings and conventions, and save to pay an audiobook reader for my book!
If you enjoy what I do, please support me on Ko-fi! https://t.co/GVbkqzlKib
begins jumping out from behind things to startle the public and when they are shocked and/or outraged, she merely shrugs, and says, "I mean ... you were warned?"
So, I think it's sometimes fun to pretend that songs (often 80s songs) are more serious than they are, or are prophecies, which led to a flight of fancy wherein Blondie, having declared her intent to "get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya," one way or another ...
Tik tok is wild. I'm following a random farm and I am so invested in Ophelia the Swan. Send help. Is anyone else out there overly emotionally invested in this sweet swan's attempts to hatch viable eggs? Swear to everything, I never thought I'd want to pet a Fashion Murder Goose.
Does anyone else with a background in being a huge musical theater nerd feel the urge to sing, "Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair! Down we plunge to the prison of my mind! Down that path into darkness deep as hell!" when digging in their unending hole of a purse?
Messaging friends what I'm up to most recently: I'm calling it an Unsolicited Sara Update. I'd say let me know if you want one, but then it would, in fact, be Solicited.