My Emotional Support Animals Are Plush.

cute cat being cute

One-question survey

Re: my Bennuma Crossing story

(which btw has a new update, section 2.2 posted (aka chapter 2, second part)

Intro:

Assuming that a fair proportion of followers to this blog are actually followers of The Crossing story ( @bennuma-crossing ) ...and that no one has bothered to follow that blog because they are following this one instead, because I tend to make posts here when I update that story, and random comments or whatever else (including unrelated things) goes in here so that I won't clutter up that blog...

(I could be wrong, but otherwise I have no clue why anyone at all actually follows this blog)

The Question:

Would people reading The Crossing prefer if I post relatively short story sections, in order to attempt to post more frequently? Or, do people prefer to have long sections to read, even if it means they are posted less frequently?

Please reply via comments, choosing one or more of the following multiple choice answers:

"please post more frequently, even if they are short sections"

"please post long sections, even if they are infrequent"

"I choose to write some other kind of comment for some reason"

"What are you even talking about? What is this blog anyway?"

klmklfnvjuiawehbn CSNzvzfzevoivwakpo zlk vcn dv (translation: "I am a cat." )

Writing is Life

If writing is life to you, then you have a right to identify as a writer.

New Year's Declaration: I am a writer. I know this because I need to write, I am not ok when I can't write, or am otherwise prevented from writing. It doesn't matter whether anyone else likes my writing, but I do want to share it in case someone might like my stories. Likewise I don't care whether anyone says I can't call myself a writer if I haven't yet achieved official publication status or monetary compensation for my writing. Visual artists can call themselves artists because they create art, regardless of whether they have achieved a status of supporting themselves at it professionally. I believe in the same for writers. If you write and really care about your writing, then you are a writer if you want to be and believe you are, if writing is a part of you, in your soul.

New Year's Resolution: I resolve to no longer apologize to anyone for doing what I have to do in order to be able to keep writing, and commit to writing. If I don't keep in touch with people as much as they want, if I don't take care of my health as much as people think I should, if there is any other thing that I have to do or not do in order to keep writing, that is for me to decide, and no one else. It doesn't matter if people don't understand why I do the things I do; if it helps me to keep writing, then it is necessary for me, even at the expense of other things. I will not accept guilt based on anyone else wishing I were different. I have to be who I am.

Besides, there's not much else I can reasonably do anymore anyway. I have to write.

Writing is Life.

art

note:

art for my blogs is credit to Ada St. of @creatures-by-ada-street ...which was for a time called Ada St. WIPs because of being mainly a blog of in-progress art?

Anyway, all drawings, photographs, and logo designs I am currently using on my blogs are by Ada St.

Join the Jeff Jeff fan club, because Jeffrey is an adorably photogenic kitty!

JEFF

Desk Nap

is best nap

I've been thinking...

hypothetically... if I self-identify as reclusive, and actually start telling people that and own the fact that is part of who I am and suggest that people should accept it as 'normal' for me...

...then am I, in fact, going INTO a 'recluse' closet, rather than coming 'out' of one?

Basically, am I more of a "closet recluse" if I am 'in' the closet about it, or out of it?

(I'm really the same me either way, so I guess that's what matters most.)

Anyway, it just strikes me as funny, the way the semantics look to me in a visually-interpolated way. Wouldn't a closet recluse be someone who pretends not to be, and thus is not hiding in a closet? On the other hand, owning it can be like hiding in a closet, asking people not to open the door?

ok, bye bye (for now)

Legends of Bennuma poll

Ok, first time I've done an actual poll here on tumblr, testing it out...

(refer to @legends-of-bennuma for reference)

Rotisserie Chicken

Do you ever feel like one, when you are trying to sleep but constantly wake up and are feeling too warm and have to turn over every time?

Also: Have posted section 2.5 of my WIP novel in my own personal fantasy world of Bennuma, for which I have done extensive world-building. This currently-working-on WIP novel is working-titled as "The Crossing" and can be found @bennuma-crossing

Intro / Synopsis

This blog is for a story from the fantasy world of Bennuma, posted online bit by bit as I write it, which is likely to be a rather long tale instead of the short thing originally imagined. Much has been outlined, not much has yet been fully written out.

Also, I admit that what was originally planned as only an adventure story… grew a love story in it as well. So I am hoping (if I write it well enough) for this to have a bit of everything I like in it: action and adventure, some humor with the drama, some mystery and some seriousness, and yes… some romance, but not like… …let’s put it this way: I don’t intend to ever write anything that I would consider to be NSFW. Just thought I’d give fair warning though, because I know not everyone likes a love story with their adventures.

An attempt at a synopsis:

A broken man from a beleaguered camp of misfortunate refugees finds a mysterious stranger who happens to offer them exactly what they need most… and who has her own reasons for traveling far from her homeland.

In a part of the world where magic is almost unheard of (and believed in even less) they must learn what it really means to hope, trust, and stand together in the face of every kind of danger…

as the camp seeks a new home away from the war-torn lands of shifting borders and alliances, trying to find a way out before all the world that they know becomes a patchwork of battlefields and cemeteries.