"but jana, I've known about pie for years" have you considered: I am very good at what I do

literally everyone is. it's like pineapple. or ionizing radiation

take this however you want, but. I approach writers who write because it is a thing that they choose to do with the same bewilderment as a gorilla presented with a man in a gorilla onesie

Bones: The Hard Ones™

in my defense. it is quite good sad autobiographical poem about my divorce, imo

wearing a sports jersey with a specific player's number on it is the secular version of carrying around a saint medallion

the easiest, and perhaps only, way for bluesky to destroy me would be for them to verify me. but they are cowards, and so I stand, undestroyed

yeah, it feels pretty inevitable. I'm doomed to become the girly who's chasing the high of the perfect whale pic

jana: I hate worldbuilding but, if I make the fictional deckbuilder ttrpg that I'm sketching out for my fictional wrestlers to fight and gamble over an important part of the plot, then it isn't "worldbuilding". it's just good, responsible storytelling chotiner: I haven't even asked a question yet

glory hole in the fourth wall

problematic diegesis gap

problematic diegesis gap

glory hole in the fourth wall

jana: I hate worldbuilding but, if I make the fictional deckbuilder ttrpg that I'm sketching out for my fictional wrestlers to fight and gamble over an important part of the plot, then it isn't "worldbuilding". it's just good, responsible storytelling chotiner: I haven't even asked a question yet

wrestling, typically of the "man vs. man" story narrative type, is occasionally also extended into the the "man vs. self" and "man vs. god" type

criss angel is an example of the rare solo professional wrestler

Bones: The Hard Ones™

I am thankful for whale metaphors

yeah, it feels pretty inevitable. I'm doomed to become the girly who's chasing the high of the perfect whale pic

I *predict* that his will happen as a side-effect of doing live shows, and then grow into a full-blown Problem a year after I start grad school

tragically, I will probably have a photography arc at some point

the easiest, and perhaps only, way for bluesky to destroy me would be for them to verify me. but they are cowards, and so I stand, undestroyed

as so often, the explanation is probably 'animals feel emotions that are similar to ours, and when we disregard the evidence to avoid 'anthromorphism' it's fundamentally ideological, not scientific'

in my defense. it is quite good sad autobiographical poem about my divorce, imo

aerin frankel: patron saint of girls with a habit of getting further out of our crease than we should but usually making it work anyway and caesar salad. provides protection from: admittedly sick one-timers

wearing a sports jersey with a specific player's number on it is the secular version of carrying around a saint medallion

your girl has now officially written a sad autobiographical poem about her divorce. it will not surprise you to learn that it is also about whales. and ghosts

it has been _0_ days since jana killed a self-insert character

I may die but he will learn to respect the knife as he respects the sword

what stage of grief is it when you feel an overwhelming desire to pick a fight with jeff vandermeer

god, I have seen what you have done for others and I don't expect any of that shit, because you've made it clear how you feel about me anyway, look at these gorgeous fucking books

take this however you want, but. I approach writers who write because it is a thing that they choose to do with the same bewilderment as a gorilla presented with a man in a gorilla onesie

people often ask me, jana, what is Blood On The Lens, as a franchise, *for* this it's this

literally everyone is. it's like pineapple. or ionizing radiation

buzzfeed is going to hate my daughter, Hunt Dads For Sport

communing with my 12-hours-in-the-future self by drinking 50:50 disaronno and diet dr pepper (she is very unhappy with me)

I'd like to be more petty about my failed marriage. sadly, basically everything that went wrong was on me on some level. *or* my ex husband is the kind of guy who was able to successfully convince me that everything that went wrong was on me on some level. I'll give it a couple years before I decide

my actual hot thanksgiving food take is that, I was always pretending to like my husband's green bean casserole. our marriage was never strong enough to make me actually like green bean casserole

not for nothing, this is all while being, to understate it, really very good at doing this social media thing. I'm not doing huge numbers. but people know who I am. I get eyeballs on my Posts, and I've earned quite a lot of respect around here. turns out, that doesn't actually translate into income

I used to have a job. now I've got this

"but jana, I've known about pie for years" have you considered: I am very good at what I do

my hot take on pie is that pie doesn't exist. I just made it up

this might seem like a flippant comment, and it is that. but, in all honesty, if your concern when it comes to people reading your book is getting paid and not, more people reading your book, you are in the wrong business. go get paid to do something people actually get paid for. like, selling drugs

steal my book

my recommendation is that you write a book that you care about enough that you consider people pirating it to be a moral good

working on something

Blood: The Liquid Organ™

0. blood and meat stop lying

son