Midnight. A pair of rabbits frolic in the soft, rain-soaked grass. Somewhere close the fox cries like an infant who wants to be held, but I am cannier than I was when I first moved to the garret and will not be tricked into a changeling that way.

A stranger's cat sitting in front of the garret, head tilted in the dark. And after midnight, the whistle of a train where no train should be.

Can del Toro and Miyazaki make a film together? I feel like that might be good for the world.

Said “I’m dodging! I’m *artfully* dodging!” in a conversation yesterday and then laughed alone like the little ghostly Victorian I am. The world needs more Charles Dickens fangirls to appreciate my jokes. They’re funny. :|

so small he only need 1 popcorn

Little clockwork mechanisms haunt the legendary unsettlingly familiar butler.

Okay but hear me out: A bookstore crawl that ends in a bakery crawl.

Love dressing in weird fashion like a Renaissance girl stumbling into way the wrong timeline. :) …wait

Yes, humans are always the worst monsters, but also…pease give me monsters once in a while, you know? A creature here, an indescribable abomination there, something in the woods. Give me big teeth and things hiding in the sewers or abandoned subway tunnels or under the bed. Monsters are awesome.

The friendly neighborhood graveyard bagpiper returns. :) :) :)

Woman working in a café: Morning. Man: Morning. Woman: What would you like to order? Man: What do you think I should? Woman (after a pause): Cinnamon bun. Man (nodding): Yes, good.

I want to live in the beautiful world of this little painting. I think it would be just the right size adventure for me.

I may possibly be beginning to regret keeping track of my would-be-novels-in-progress on desktop sticky notes. The day I become organized is the day the world of fiction comes to live in fear of me.

It has been five years and a day since I thoroughly disrespected Bram Stoker with my #Dracula book review. And as I sit in the highest room overlooking a graveyard during a thunderstorm, recently having traumatized my readers with the concept of vampire mice, I must admit, I’m glad I read it. 💙📚🧛‍♂️

Your daily affirmation: If reality is indeed broken, that at least gives us a chance to rebuild a better one in its place.

A darling review from a darling friend, reader, and composer - just the thing to pick a writer up out of the doldrums. 🥹😍🥰

I’m terribly late to the party, but please allow me to introduce you to a short story collection full to the brim with deadly mermaids, lonely shapeshifters, haunted space voyages, and a princess with a shovel. Thank you #NetGalley and @bekagremikova.bsky.social for another fantastic read! 💙📚🐉

(nature documentary voice) here we see the book cryptid Hugo posting again. The world is healing.

Remember, if you ever suffer from writer’s block, launching into an unrelated history of Waterloo so long the reader forgets who your characters are and including it in the published edition is, in fact, a valid option. #VictorHugo 💙📚

Me: (sings to friend a snatch of Sumer is Icumen in) Me: We used to say “icumen” instead of “coming.” Me: …why did I say that like I was there?

Find joy and light where you can, and share it with others who might need it.

Yes, this is a book blog, but sometimes I also horrify my readers with the concept of vampire mice. #blog #amwriting 🐁

This week in Sequel Posts We Really Didn't Plan on Writing...

So...guess who has mice visiting. Again.

Any kind of help for my friend is deeply appreciated. If you can donate a lot or a little, thank you so much! If you can share this link and spread the word, that's helpful too. I think my circle has seen it already, and we really need it to break containment.

Friend: why do so many of these designs have owls? Me: because owls are awesome. Me: One of my best friends is an owl. @2probablynever.bsky.social

“that’s nice, but you don’t really talk like this…” My dear reader, over Christmas dinner preparations I failed to find the term for regular potatoes, potatoes that are not sweet, and rather than saying normal average russet new or even unsweetened, I chose “the…mortal potatoes.”

Totally forgot until looking at my notes I got sick and was feverish halfway through this read. Ha. Haha. Hahahahaha. Yeah, don’t do that.

What’s this? Another book review so soon? Please wish Ande Pliego a happy book birthday for The Library After Dark—a twisty, grisly, romantic, stunning mystery/thriller complete with secret passages, high stakes, and of course, books. Five stars. 💙📚🔍 #TheLibraryAfterDark #NetGalley #newbook

Brew yourself a cup of tea, but check carefully for poison… It’s mystery day on the blog, and we have a stunning, deliciously bookish and alarmingly deadly title from Ande Pliego: You Are Fatally Invited. 💙📚🔍 #mystery #thriller #horror #BookReview #YAFI #YouAreFatallyInvited

Today might be a boring day, but if you can bring a cheerful moment to someone else’s day by being kind? That’s good. That’s very, very good human stuff.

The grey floofbeast has also been sighted this morning. It has been a marvelously cat-full week.

Have seen cat!!! Black with brown highlights and extremely fluffy. friend. :)

Friend: (peacefully eating liver) Me: you know in Norse mythology if you ate the heart of any creature, you gained all knowledge it held in life Me: that's how Sigurd learned the language of birds Me: he ate the heart of a dragon Me: weird he didn't eat a chicken heart or something

I don’t know, guys. I kinda just love all forms of art. Paintings. Sculptures. Illustrations. Movies. Comics. Video games. All these amazing things made by human hands. Some of it’s good and some of it’s bad but really I just love experiencing it all.

It's independent bookstore day.

Me: (tries to work in the afternoon) The tiny imp sitting on my brain: No. Sleepy. Me: (tries to work at night with thunderstorms adding delicious ambiance) Imp: No. Sleepy. Me: (goes to bed at reasonable human time) Imp, hopping up and down on my brain: Sleep? Why—would you want—to do—that? Me: O_O

There are two types of people: weird people and people who haven’t become my friend and unleashed their inner sense of whimsy. Yet.

Went to look for the cat, since it was meowing again during daytime. Can’t find it. Cat is taunting me.

There's a cat meowing outside my window. I don't have a cat. ...but I could.

Twentysomething: I don't know...I just haven't done anything with my life... bookmarkedone: Nonsense! You've ossified your bones! So when the forest creatures eat you, you'll cronch like a Snickers bar. :)

Lately I have found myself utterly enchanted by apple blossoms

Look at all the beautiful detail in this one! I love the mood the deep sepia tone sets for it too. Imagine coming across this in a very old book that smells like forgotten flights of fancy. I picture it with one of those delicate, translucent end papers over it. I can almost feel it. #HumanArt #moth

we succeeded at two of these things.

No, I did not climb my favorite tree in the dark in concert dress. I just thought about it. Briefly.

“Takedown“ by HUNTR/X starts playing:

Love it when I meet people so unique and true to themselves that I could never write them as characters because they’re just too cool to be “believably realistic.” …but to meet people, one must leave the garret. Which I never do. So my friends are all as fictional as I am. Clearly.

No I am not writing a blind date meet cute with a lady assassin and a shy cellist lad in a coffeeshop so stop dropping hints

Brain: okay, we need to be professional in this situation Me: yes Brain: so don’t slip into vernacular dialects Me: yep Brain: no finger guns Me: of course Brain: don’t use the royal we Me: uh-huh Brain: and no calling everyone darling Me: … D:

While both musicians and demolitionists may use the term “C4,” they are usually referring to completely different subjects, and one is not often in danger while visiting the orchestra. In the case of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, however…