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    Attack of the PlotBunny

    A plot bunny is a story idea that refuses to go away until it is written. The term’s origin is unknown but is known to predate NaNoWriMo. Because plot bunnies tend to multiply quickly, the term is thought to be related to the oft-quoted John Steinbeck quote about ideas and rabbits. Wikiwrimo – PlotBunny Plotbunnies are evil little creatures. They look all innocent and all of a sudden, where you had one idea, you now have twenty. They also attack without warning. You’ll be listening to your favourite podcast or song and boom idea. And it won’t go away until it is written. I remember a tradpub author going off…

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    Illness – Bouncing Back…

    For the last two months I’ve been quite ill. My lovely daughter brought home every type of virus and bacterial infection she could. While sharing is normally caring, this is one thing that doesn’t need to be shared. I caught every illness she did, and then a few extra just for shits and giggles. Things that I’ve been working on had to be relegated to the back burner and I have had to focus on recovery from this illness. Now, I’m not fully recovered by any stretch of the imagination. But I am recovering. I am slowly working on getting back to where I was, and trying to not expect…

  • To everything there is a purpose

    To Everything There Is A Season

    To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;A time to kill, and a time to heal;A time to break down, and a time to build up;A time to weep, and a time to laugh;A time to mourn, and a time to dance;A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;A time to get, and a time to lose;A time to keep, and a time to…

  • Am I Good Enough

    Am I Good Enough?

    The Lies Anxiety and Imposter Syndrome Tell I’ve always been an anxious type of person. As long as I can remember I worried about damn near everything. Most of the time these worries were in my head, and I could keep them there. I’ve always been asking myself “Am I Good Enough?” But as I got older, the worries got bigger, bigger than me, bigger than my ability to handle them.  When I was 19, my ADHD diagnosis came with a side order of anxiety disorders (GAD – Generalized Anxiety Disorder and OCD – Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) and depression.  I didn’t start medication until I was 30 for them. I did…