Frozen mocha compels me...

Or at least it did an hour ago. Now nap mostly compels me.

I have faeries in the brain. Apparently they remembered that May is WriYoFuFNo (Write your f'ing faerie novel month). I tell them I'm working on the ghoul book, and even if it does have a few holes, it's still more than they've got. They tell me they have David Bowie in tight pants. I concede that point, but remind them they don't have a plot. They sulk.

Also, they want urban fae, but the city they show me reeks of alternate reality/history. Bastards.

Testimonials

From anaphor. Read this.

Yo, she-bitch!

Having joined the
Unitarian Jihad , I shall henceforth be known as Sister Boomstick of Loving Kindness.

Come get some. But only if you really want to.