Story Titles

I come up with some absolutely spectacular book titles.

But I don’t use them.

And that’s unfair to the titles, because they’re good.

So a Pinterest post I found last night kind of got me thinking.

And it got me thinking in a good way, because I write titles of books that I don’t use because I don’t know how to write a book about the title.

So why not just use the title anyway? Stick it on a book that’s only marginally related (or not related at all), and have a really spectacular subtitle that gives a little context.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s just another sad attempt to try to write. But whatever.

Also, this post is generally a test to remember how to switch the twitter account that gets notified when I post new things. Essentially, I’m going to keep @nivixious as my primary twitter where I say things and retweet things, and @growingupwalls is just going to be the account where you can get notifications of new things – blog posts, YouTube videos, etc. I’m going to stop crossposting YT videos here, so if you want to get alerts, follow @growingupwalls, pls. KTHXBAI!

Potatoes Potatoes

My eldest has started typing “potatoes potatoes,” and in his head he’s saying, “po-tay-toes, po-tah-toes,” but he likes that it just reads “potatoes potatoes,” and I admit, he’s got something there.

So as a declaration of eh, some people like it one way, some people like it another, but it’s essentially the same thing, I offer you this.

You’re welcome.


Our very dark cat has one name (Shadow Fluffybutt), but we should have named him Toothless, and occasionally, lately, we call him Shoe. He likes to hang out in the shadows (natch), and my husband has a pair of dark shoes that, when walking through a dark room in the dark where all you can see are dark shapes, could reasonably be mistaken for a large, long-haired cat. Recently, walking through said dark room, I looked at the dark shape on the floor and said, “Are you a shoe?” The potential shoe meowed, and so the shape was not a shoe, but a cat. Still, he’s earned a new nickname.

And an “S” nickname to boot.

I’m back to writing at every day. It’s no longer free – that ended in 2013, I think? But for $5 a month, I find it worth it. It gives me everything I need. A streak tracker, badges to achieve, and an external reward system that I don’t control except in terms of the time I put into achieving the rewards (the badges).


That’s all I have for today. You don’t want to hear how angry Facebook makes me, or how I’m even becoming frustrated with Twitter. You don’t want to know how I’m following more people on Instagram, which I dislike simply because Facebook owns it, or that I’m actually enjoying TikTok, to a degree.

So I’ll leave that part out.


The nature of my block

When I sit in the evening and the kids have gone to bed and I have time to write, I find myself tired. Just go to bed, I think. A good nights rest will help the words come easier tomorrow.

So I’ll to go bed tonight, early, and tomorrow find that the TV is distracting, or it’s hot, or there are chores to be done, or a kid will need my attention and energy.

I won’t “have time” to write. The words won’t “come to me.” I won’t “feel creative.”

And tomorrow night I will find myself here. Tired, thinking a good nights rest will help the words come easier tomorrow.

Grudgingly admitting benefits

So I guess that Facebook actually has a use. It’s the place where I would normally go to give family and friends updates on my immediate family’s health. Except I’m mad at FB, and I refuse to post anything right now.

So I come here. Except this is entirely too public, and at the same time, does not hit the right audience. Even though family would, in theory, have access to it, none of them do.

So I have to sit on my news, because of the public nature of this particular platform.

But if you’re the praying type, my family needs prayers.

That is all.

Daily Dump 07/08/2020

10:20 am

It’s humid. I dislike humidity.

I got my first postcard from a postcard exchange I’m participating in. Man, I love Real Mail. When I have a large enough audience, I am most looking forward to setting up a post office box where people can send letters, postcards, and greeting cards, because I LOVE real mail.

11:37 am

People are stupid.

When I say “people are stupid” I don’t usually mean the people who can hear me talking. I am not the type to accuse someone I don’t know of their stupidity when they’re still within hearing distance because I’m honestly afraid of someone yelling at me in return for calling them out on things, and also because I know I’m often stupid, and I wouldn’t like someone to do that to me.

I mean I think Disney World in FL should not reopen.

I mean I think people aren’t taking social distancing and wearing masks seriously, and a lot of people are going to get sick and die, get sick and have to deal with lifetime complications from COVID-19, and almost worse of all, get sick with a mild case and then tell everyone how it’s not so bad and that we “need” to share that not everyone gets super sick and the underlying message is not “I behaved irresponsibly and perhaps exposed multiple people to a disease that some people get and die from” but rather “eh, it’s okay, you probably won’t get that sick lolz all my friends got it too”.

I mean I think our current President of the United States is dangerous, unintelligent, abusive, crude, lying sack of crap.

People are stupid.

12:50 pm

I’m so hungry. Lunch.