Far from home, no-one will ever know our names, but the bard's song will remain. The official blag of award-winning speculative fiction author Natalie H. Ironside. Known crime-liker, drug-doer, government-hater, and 2A supporter. An influencer for the problematic transsexual lifestyle (she/her). 33yo, IWW Freelance Journalists Union member, Horror Writers Association member, union proud and red as a London bus. Native Florida megafauna stan blog, iguana-hater, #1 anti-disney partisan. Avoidant psychotic; I identify as mad. Follow for all sorts of fantastical tales of swashbuckling adventure and errant ribaldry. Blacklist "in the court of the nameless queen" if you don't want to read about fantasy erotica.
Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.
The point of fiction is actually to put that guy in a situation™️, and he might try to tell you the point is to then get him out of the situation, WRONG, second situation
I am sorry to everyone who tagged me in some tag game and I never responded. I saw it and thought “aww they thought of me” and proceeded to forget about it right after