LJ reborn?

I was recently introduced to Pillowfort.com and I instantly felt comfortable there. Much more conducive to the way I want to connect with others and be social online. It definitely reminds me of LiveJournal, with it’s nesting comments and ability to write as many characters as I want, while posting pictures, etc.

So, if anyone is also over there, or interested in going there, come find me so I can find you! https://www.pillowfort.social/lddurham

I’ll be posting fic and fun stuff that is a little more casual than I feel I can be here. I don’t actually know why that is, but there it is.

Facebook will not let me sign in. I give them my sign-in info, even the code they send to my email. But they want to “confirm my identity” via government issued ID or other forms of identification in my name. Well, that’s not happening. Not only am I bothered by the invasion of privacy, but I am also using a nom de plume and don’t have ID in that name.

So, I’m not sure what I’ll do about Facebook. I know many people love it and want to get their info there. I’m happy to oblige, but I’ll have to figure something out. I had thought I was using a business account, but I must not be.

If anyone has any suggestions, I’m all ears.

Upgrading my skills

I found this wicked cool site that will let you create lands. Well, technically islands, but since you can add land mass, it can be whatever you want, right? So I went from this:

To this:

I used this site: https://www.redblobgames.com/maps/mapgen4/ to make the base geography and did a little color changing, borders, and text with Photoshop Essentials.

If you get a chance, I highly recommend trying it out. The cool part is that I hadn’t even thought of water, like rivers and lakes, and that instantly fleshed out some of the political points in my plot.


I was raised to be a critical thinker and a defender of people. I remember walking in my first protest when I was little. I learned about Cesar Chavez when my dad walked with the strawberry workers. My parents were 70’s hippies, in which they were part of the Peace, Love, and Kick Ass culture. Probably the punk influence coming onto the scene.

Anyway, I speak out. I always have. I’m a non-confrontational person, but I don’t shy away 8272f8d81efbb6ec9acae6e2a861c772from stating my thoughts, particularly in writing. I’ve been called opinionated, which took me a while to accept. I was called judgemental, which I soundly reject. Forceful was recently applied to me and threw me for a loop and I’m still thinking about it. So, yes, I speak my values, but I appreciate when people also state their opinions. I may not agree with them, and I may not appreciate their reasoning, but I appreciate knowing their thoughts on things.

When the Orange Nightmare won, I remember that night, not even following the election results, already knowing he was going to win. I just knew, and was already cool with it. When people were outraged the next morning, I shrugged my shoulders. I sat back and watched friends who had been a-political the entire time I knew them start taking up  the cause, and speaking out, marching, engaging. And, to be honest, I was pretty damn angry.

It took me some time to understand why I was so very angry mixed with big doses of apathy. I spoke into a room full of shoulder-shruggers for so long that I think that when people finally started to stand up and shout, I was exhausted. I was called opinionated and people would ignore me. People were uncomfortable with me because I would say, “wait, let’s examine that thing you just said.” Or when I would say the worst words people don’t want to hear, “I don’t agree with that, because…” So when the bad things I had been trying to point out for years started happening in a way people couldn’t ignore anymore, I kind of just wanted to walk away and say, “Well, you deal with it since you didn’t step up to try to prevent it!”

I realize that is kinda really dumb. Finally the masses have woken and I should join in, but my anger stops me. I still post things I think are important on Facebook and whatnot, but I still hold this ugly little hot coal of anger in my hand. Every new atrocity the Orange Nightmare and his surrogates commit, I have this urge to say, “Maybe if you had said something A LITTLE SOONER!” It’s like being Chicken Little when the sky finally starts falling and everyone is in a damn panic, like they hadn’t been warned over and over again.

I am fully aware that I am being childish and unhelpful. There is a part of me that wants to watch the world burn. The only problem is that I really kinda don’t. So, right now, I am stuck in this limbo of sorta caring, and sorta not. My saving grace may be the scientist. They aren’t supposed to be political and them standing up to protect their facts is something I can fully get behind and love. Because I need to check back in and pick up my saber. Everyone does, after all.

Anyone who has known me for about a year or longer probably knows that my body is jacked up. There are a lot of reasons for this, from exposure to toxins to chemotherapy to radiation to bad friggin’ familial genes, my body has always had malfunctions. But, you know, I’m still here so it’s all good.

However, I just saw my most recent blood workType_2_Nation_million_beta_cells_diabetes_meme_500px.jpg and it shows that I left pre-diabetes land and went into diabetes city.

I knew I was going to get diabetes. I have endocrine issues. I have insulin resistance. I’ve been pre-diabetic since I was a teen. This was expected even if I was working to keep it away. But when I saw the numbers I have to say I’ve been in a state of odd numbness with flashes of anger and despair.

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Do you NaNo?

I’m kinda getting into the NaNoWriMo excitement already. Look, I made a book cover for the story I haven’t written yet. It’s so junior grade it’s hilarious. Like early-M/M-original-stories-circa-2005 junior grade. LOL. But I adore the models, don’t you? And it’s always fun to put faces to your characters. I just came up with the title a few minutes ago.
This is a funny little story that has been rattling around in my head for years, being added onto and twisted and formed. I have no formal notes or research or anything on it. It’s just one of those that have been bubbling in the back of my head. I’m thinking I’m just gonna pants it and see where it goes.
I have an epic novel I’m in the middle of, but I didn’t want anything that heavy and dense for NaNo. It’s full of political maneuvering and the  “romance” in it is a slow burn. But this one should be a lot of fun to just play with and see what I get come December. 
I do have the first few bits written. Wanna read it? It’s rough, and written a few years ago, but here’s the first scene…

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Who Dat?

Just got back from an amazing trip to New Orleans.

New Orleans is pretty damn awesome. Much of this tourist’s activities took place in The French Quarter, but we got further afield than that.

The French Quarter is beautiful. Old and interesting and full of music. The first place we went to was Bourbon street. It was a Tuesday evening so it was pretty slow, but by Thursday it was packed and by Friday we did our best to get past it quickly. It has the flavor of the Las Vegas Strip with a bit of Southern hospitality.


About 7pm on a Tuesday. A band performs in the middle of the street.

New Orleans is very proud of its ability to drink in the streets and the tourists are happy to oblige. Each bar has live music, and there are a lot of bars. As I walked on this one-lane street, I was enveloped in music from classic rock, to jazz to Cajun. We stopped at the Bayou Club and listened to some fun Zydeco which was on my list of to-dos while in NOLA. Continue Reading »