To think that there are actually people out there living my dream life of owning a bookstore and lowkey pushing customers to buy their favourite books.
Don’t mind me, just crying over a beta reader saying one of my stories reminded her of Lois Lowry’s “Gossamer,” which I also love. And now that I’m thinking of it, realising that I’ve been unconsciously inspired by it. 😭 Thank you, Julia Wellham.
Draft #I’ve-lost-count-but-the-one-where-everything-starts-blurring-together. Let’s go. 💪🏻
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I only have a Facebook page via my husband’s account (who refuses to give up Meta stuff, but fine,
Y’all, Mary Roblyn is as magical in person as she is online,
A voice shriveled in my throat
Linda Kay Klein’s Pure talks about the lack of unconditional love touted in white evangelicalism—how that has led to a culture of shame and fear, effects that are long-lasting, sometimes lifelong
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Me to my husband last week: I got my Amazon royalties from KU reads!
Husband: ooh yay! How much?
me:
I used to do this once a week to combat AI, but got lazy.
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Going on a trip, and my two most painful decisions are:
1. Which books should I bring, and
2. Which
Have some Kobi smoosh for your first day of August.
A lot of my “writing” process is staring blankly into space.
Plagiarism
The plagiarism (and related AI-generated content) discourse calls to mind the sacred bond of trust between a writer and reader—
I got this eco-printer that I’m now convinced is never going to run out of ink.
It’s printed a few full drafts of my manuscript, a shit ton of homeschooling materials, and a good amount
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Almost two years after deleting my IG account,
Kobi blends in with our brown colour scheme. Currently reading: The Night Tiger by Yangsze Choo
