Someone who writes what I write should probably create a pseudonym if they intend to publish a kid's book...right?
#MrFriendly decided to bother me and, as it's almost finished, I might write it. It's all planned out even. It'll need art though, eventually. Wanted illustrations in it.
I think I regret shaving my stache. >.<
BUT I'm being productive and waiting for sti testing, PCP stuff and have a trial visit with a new therapist next week.
Get tested queens!
#MrFriendly #Me #GPOY
三連休でごった返すアーケードで、懐かしいMr.Friendlyのガチャガチャ発見!
昔 キデイランドで働いていたので、当時物にはつい涎が、、、
青系が良かったけど黄色が出ました。
#mrfriendly
#ガチャガチャ
From #MrFriendly, my first attempt at #kidlit. Maisy's daddy calls her 'pumpkin', so this is kind of cheating...but I do it anyway. #WIPSnips
Skirting the synonym line here, #WIPsnips but have 'offer' from #mrfriendly, my first attempt at #kidlit.
--Circumvention of alt-text limit--
“That book is different from my sketchbooks, there’s,” Maisy sniffled and Daddy reached to touch her knee, urging her to continue, “Pockets in it.”
As I finished the drafts for the things I've been sharing, we're not calling them 'wips' anymore. So here's from the children's story that is not finished and I hope to be working on again soon. >.>
#WIPSnips #MrFriendly #amwriting
#WIPSnips #11/20 #mrfriendly
#WIPSnips #11/19 #mrfriendly
Woo, the #nanowrimo project has this one!
#WIPSnips #11/18 #mrfriendly
And each shook Ms. Fara’s deceptively strong hand, then they grabbed her arms and helped her stand back up. “Thank you,” she said, “not as spry as I’d like anymore, but that’s what kids is for, right?” she directed the question to Maisy, with a wide grin. “Yep!” Maisy agreed, hooking a thumb at her fathers and leaning closer to whisper, “I have to help them all the time.” Daddy snorted while Papa scoffed, but Ms. Fara laughed. Full and throaty that laugh and Maisy loved the sound of it, the warmth of it, and bounced with it as she chased Ms. Fara further down the hall.
This part is not sad, huzzah. Also, got a few more words in, so sitting a little over 1k for today.
#nanowrimo #mrfriendly
Even if these roughly 1k words I just wrote are all I write today, they're wholesome and sweet and I am happy with them. Ghibli music is magic.
#nanowrimo #mrfriendly
If he were to go back, somehow, someway, to that night–with those people who didn’t deserve to be parents–he would do it again. Even if it meant losing Lottie all over again he would eat them up...to keep her safe. But, knowing that, how could he befriend the new little girl? How could he get close to another when something so frightening lived inside him? How could anyone want him close...
There's always at least one monster depressed about being a monster in the longer stories I write, it feels inevitable at this point and I should maybe just embrace it and stop feeling like it's a problem.
#nanowrimo #mrfriendly
It was one she hadn’t found in her study of the sketchbook; one covered in so many fold-marks that she worried it would fall apart when she touched it and, as she read it, part of her wished it had. Simple as it was, the threat rang clear and sharp and she began to worry of what they would find when they dug deeper, are you really friendly, shadow? Or...will you eat us too.
Joy flared his pale eyes brighter and he grabbed for it with more eager hands and studied every page, every memory, wishing ever harder that he could smile…that he could cry. #lastline #nanowrimo #mrfriendly
