Maybe the LEGO builds, and the fact that I go through iterations of them until I am happy with the result would help me finally get back to writing more regularly. Maybe I will finally internalise that I need to make it exist first, and I can make it good later. Maybe. Dum spiro spero.
“A real, genuine, hope chest, carved by Oberon’s own hand from the four sacred woods of Faerie—oak and ash for bracing and balance, rowan and thorn for pattern and protection.”
“Rosemary and Rue” by Seanan McGuire
Today in the arts and crafts department we’re fixing back pockets hanging my a thread and much more willing to show my butt to the world than I am, and kitchen towels that have, in fact, seen better days. I love the library. There’s books, there’s cozy spaces, there’s sewing machines, there’s teenagers printing “theRead more about 2025-10-30[…]