Red rocks shoes with her are always fantastic. My best experience was at one where the moved me up to front row

The friend was very touched by it and said it was meaningful (she is cis het)

I said it was insulting

One guy in a therapy group after half of everyone dustified mentions having a male partner

I had a falling out with a friend over me saying the gay representation in that film was bullshit

I’d rather watch paint dry than see Endgame again

David Cameron got that pig's head pregnant and thats where wes streeting came from

My mental script: *smile* *don’t be weird* *look them in the eye* *is that too long?* *they ordered aubergine, do not monologue about the relationship of aubergines, potatoes, and tomatoes to deadly nightshade* * ask a question, do not launch into a thing that’s related to their statement*

Wait, people make eye contact without thinking about it?

I don’t want to write for anyone else’s IP

Wait, why were 30p Lee and Zarah Sultana both get suspended?

I’m a groh-serry Southern Californian, but I didn’t notice Denverites adding a sh. What I did notice was them drinking “melk “

I asked Nicola Griffith if there was any more Aud, and she said “maybe”

(She just opened with I I e e e in Glasgow)

You’re so sure you can save every hair in my chest!

I have a cast iron tortilla press. I can touch it. It does not burn me

What if I just start talking in Tori
Amos lyrics again?

A path through the brush that twist overhead to resemble a tunnel.

This is an ordinary path and not a door to Faerie. I am not a changeling.

Thank you, that’s very kind of you. It’s a short story, and I’m sure I’ll be able manage something close to what’s in my head.

Not a who but a what. And what I care about is arranging a bunch of disparate pieces in a way that is pleasing to me. Once I’ve done that, I can think about an audience.

I don’t mind the McDonald’s style hashbrowns, but every now and then I’d like a big straw like mass

I’m not in the stage where I care about the reader.

I’m not thinking about the reader at this stage. I’m thinking about whether I can shuffle these horrible people into a conflict that makes sense to me.

If they gentrify grits I’m rioting

The protagonist is vain, shallow and unobservant. The antagonist is cruel, petty, and murderous. The deuteragonist is selfish and self-interested

They could gentrify jellied eels or gravlax or something

No, they dress better. There’s a scene where the Emperor berates her heir for wearing an ill-fitting jacket

Why y’all gentrifying ube?

Everyone is an over the-top raging asshole

Do I actually need a likeable character in this story?