by L. Santiago
So, if there's one thing my writing group has exposed to me by accident, it's my collection of what I think of as "Writer Quirks": illogical standards / habits that dictate how and what I write. I mean, I knew they were there, but some of them have been discovered by my writing group, so... Continue Reading →
I've always been wary of writing groups. But not because of other people; it's a me thing. I am hyper-aware that I'm not the most amazing writer in the world, so I am a very intense self-editor (and have been for a while). It's a habit I've mentioned on here before--my tendency to edit my... Continue Reading →
The house looked like it was falling apart. A squat, thin rectangle of wood slowly dipping toward the gravel, but never quite making it. Not because it refused to go down, but because giving in would be too much work for it. "Ugh. I'm just gonna stay just like this," it might sigh, and I,... Continue Reading →
I do not know where to start explaining how weird the last two weeks have been. I guess I’ll start chronologically. Two weeks ago, I talked about how I was going to get into graphic design. That, like most things, is going to take significantly longer than I thought; I’m still building a portfolio and... Continue Reading →
Hey, everyone. This'll be an extremely short one. I just wanted to come on here and say I'm taking a mental health day today. This week wound up being a total mess. Not a mess related to the graphic design aspirations, although that isn't exactly going smoothly. I will absolutely be back next week with... Continue Reading →
A few weeks back, I dropped a hint that I was working on making digital products as a way to earn money while looking for a new job during the pandemic. But also, in classic-me fashion, when I talked about all of this, I added that I'd be releasing that product "this weekend." I've since... Continue Reading →
I . . . I don't even know where to start. Yesterday, by 10PM, I had a massive headache from crying happy tears. I didn't think I'd cry at all at first. But then . . . https://twitter.com/LSantiagoAuthor/status/1325151961054908417 And I just want to clarify that I wasn't being dramatic there. The sensation that hit when... Continue Reading →
I told a friend that I'm going to a liquor store tomorrow. My exact words were, "It's the season finale of 2020 on Tuesday, and we're going to find out if this year was written by George R. R. Martin." And, yeah, that sums up what I'm feeling right now. I don't think I can... Continue Reading →
I just spent a few hours writing a post that was supposed to be fun . . . that turned into something really negative. And, full disclosure, that's because of the news, which I cannot fucking deal with anymore this week. Seriously, I already voted, but the pressure of November 3rd was not influenced a... Continue Reading →
It turns out the board game I've been working on is very similar to a game that already exists, called Nemesis. They aren't identical, which is the great thing; I spent so much time over the last few years working on my game, Voidsong, that I'd be legitimately depressed if it was accidentally identical to... Continue Reading →
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