Terribly accurate description of my account.

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Surround yourself with the kind of people who make small talk with stray animals.

The girl is a member of a religious order. She is astonishing. All she wants is adventure.

Free books!! :D

One of my childhood libraries was near a cemetery. Rather than being bothered by it, I tried to catch glimpses of the peaceful green place over the wall. It seemed like a very good place to read.

What’s your superpower? 1. withering sarcasm 2. prodigious cheese consumption 3. lethal side-eye 4. reading past bedtime

I am writing in short bursts. Scribbled notes that must be revised a thousand times before they ever face an audience. But in those moments, there is the magnetic pull of words. I am locked to the page, losing myself in a way I have not for a long time…

The windows are open. The birds are chattering. The room is quiet. Ah, what bliss.

On the bright side, I just scribbled some notes after a day of Not Writing, and we may be moving forward. Or sideways. Like a distracted crab. Either way, sometimes letting the subconscious mull things over helps immensely. Let writers clean, reorganize, and not write unobstructed. We're working.

Things we have done instead of writing this week: -gone on a very long walk -sweater organization time -oh look a pesto recipe

Take care of yourself this holiday season. - close your eyes - take a deep breath - embrace the gloom - wander the trackless moors at midnight, following ghosts to the crumbling ruins of forgotten kings and magic untold - have some tea and cake with your new ghost friends

I always forget how Miyazaki's films make me think "maybe life really is wholesome and good and beautiful after all" until they're in front of me again. In life we fight for good things. Miyazaki makes me feel like they're just...there. All the time.

When your alter ego rats you out for working on holiday and the Lady in Blue @rowanauthor.bsky.social descends to remind you functioning without sleep is unwise …I take it this is not a universal experience.

And that’s a wrap on book blogging in 2025! Read on for some of the year’s best (and most chaotic) moments. Featuring: -a detective challenge -bookmarkedone controversy?? -IRL meetings - @celanimori.bsky.social music - a preview of 2026 ;)

you know she’s tired when her internal monologue switches to string trio music instead of words. and of course it makes perfect sense. 🎵🎧

Happy birthday to the Professor! I love the little designs on this version of Gandalf’s cloak.

I have no regrets.

Me: so we’re going to take a little break over the holidays after “The Edge of a Melody “ is finished. @celanimori.bsky.social : seems reasonable. Rest would be nice. cm, a few days later: why am I still so tired? Why do I hear furious typing? BOOKMARKED ARE YOU USING OUR BREAK TO BLOG AGAIN

Me, sleep deprived: galvanization can imitate the symptoms of life, but energy alone cannot create a sentience. the state of "being" must come from-- Victor Frankenstein, eyes bleeding from exhaustion: from within the creator's self? so man and monster are both shards from the same broken mirror?

*sings harmony with church bells*

Happy New Year’s Eve! Prepare yourself, dear reader, for the most ambitious bookmarkedone blog post of the year: a micro-review of every book read in 2025. (I may need a little lie-down now) 💙📚🐉 #BookReview #BookBlog #GoodreadsYearInBooks #MyYearInBooks

"me and the girls" but it's just bookmarkedone visiting her favorite headstones in the graveyard, bones resting cool under the soil long before she came to be, remembering the names and letting them fall from her tongue as if they belonged to friends.

Getting emotional over library books in the card catalog marked status: missing.

Midnight Cat appears to be an enigmatic friend of my living neighbor. A second glimpse of the fluffy friend has been gained.

Absolutely love that one of my favorite new authors showed up at my virtual mailbox on Christmas Eve, shyly offering not one but TWO shiny new ARCs…if I would like them. What a merry, merry Christmas to me. :)

Merry Christmas, everyone! “The Edge of a Melody” is now available on Spotify Apple Music Amazon YouTube Music iHeart Radio and more happy listening. ;)

POV: you’re on a walk through the residential area of the city, but you’re with a writer who keeps animatedly pointing out the security flaws in each type of fence you pass

He ys ridinge a horse He ys emerald and svelte He will get reallye weirde If you lie about beltes The Greene Knighte Ys Cominge To Toun

“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.”

Wishes, like stars, can burn. Tangle like a spiderweb of constellations, a glittering noose of sharp-edged night. There are no safe wishes. Hearts are broken. Lives are lost. But when your calloused hand brushes the scars on mine, I wish, I wish, I wish silent words as if my heart would burst.

Garret coziness check: -supply of tea and cocoa -pile o’ books -cinnamon bread -fuzzy sweaters -tea biscuits -Christmas oranges -crescent moon -twinkle lights bright enough to read by -the invisible friends who live in my phone we’re ready :)

heading to my last performance before holiday like

Books acquired. We are one step closer to maximum coziness.

It is book and cocoa season approaching. :) :) :)

One minute I’m thinking “Let’s display the victims of war London Bridge style,” and then to the other story “What do you think of casinos?” #amwriting

Currently keeping myself sane by drafting two stories at the same time with wildly different vibes. (maniacal laughter) When the lofty, noble fantasy story doesn't work, I turn the page to a dusty road, hot sun, and pop music. I'm having a terrible lot of fun.

It takes a week to reach the top of the mountain. But once I am there, I am alone, except for the birds. The quiet is so loud, it rings in my ears. I have never felt the cold. So I sit in the soft snow for a long time, scattering seed for my feathered friends. Until I can hear their voices again.

This is a good comic. Cat of Wisdom speaks truth. (also problems seem smaller when one has a warm, fluffy friend)

Carpe florem!!!! she's so cute!

Writer here. The Phantom Bagpiper should not be dissuaded by such comments. His music is highly inspiring. ... leaf blowers and chainsaws may wage their wars elsewhere. They are not welcome in this place.

To anyone who claims this one is "too silly" and "could not really exist in a spoken language" in German you can say "it is sausage to me" to mean you don't care about something never say my expressions are impossible again.

10 MINUTES (bangs pots and pans) 10 MINUTES TO RELEASE

We’re constantly surrounded by information. I don’t need more information. I want to be surrounded by talking owls, forgetful wizards, enchanted swords that sing off-key, and tea brewing witches, studying ancient texts in the shadows.

'Now that we have seen each other, said the unicorn, 'if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. ~Lewis Carroll Through The Looking Glass

TODAY!!!! :D :D :D

The carpets embroidered with wings are the ones that fly. Everyone knows that. #whistpr

*happy author flailing*

Oh, you didn't think the strange bookmarkedone expressions thread was over, did you? ;)