ramblings
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something is coming…
fall 2025. get ready for a blood-soaked fever dream.
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on creative stagnation
(and other inscrutable tuesday night thoughts) I get tired a lot. (The end, that’s the blog. Hi, how’s your 2021 turning out, by the way?) Let’s think of life in terms of plotting out a novel, right. There’s a main plot and subplots, and these threads are intertwined, at least in a good one. I…
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we have all the time in the world
and yet none at all. Yes, I’m writing what is essentially a New Years’ post in February. Time is fake anyway. Haven’t you been paying attention? Acknowledging the universally-agreed-upon fact that New Years resolutions are stupid and pointless, I did come up with a couple of goals for 2021. Read more books, make a daily…
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now that’s some writin’ music, baby!
The only hidden talent to my name is that I can listen to non-instrumental music while reading and writing. That’s right, words and all—and more often than not, they’re loud words, highly charged and emotional. Sometimes more screaming than singing. Still doesn’t distract me from the words I’m taking in visually. I know, someone call…
e. m. roy 