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Looking forward


I should be working on my novel but I wanted to drop in and write up a wrap-up for 2015. 2015 was a good year for me, or at least it was as I remember it right now. I have a house, and my cats have finally settled from the move and are no longer hiding. See, here they are.

I have furniture (that’s a long, long story) and I’m not sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Yay! I have a back yard and a porch and a garage. I have WiFi and a washing machine and an oven that works and hot water. Life is pretty good. Sure, I want to paint the horrible blue and pink bathroom and the water pressure isn’t the greatest but it’s all mine. I have however long I live here to make changes.

All right, I’m listening to the podcast Limetown as I write this so hopefully, I’m not too distracted. I’m glad I found out it was a fictional story before I started listening. It’s creepy. It’s about a town where 200 people disappeared and an investigator (in the Serial podcast fashion) tries to find out what happened. Oh, season two of Serial has started if you don’t know. I like podcasts. They’re like old timey radio shows. I like the stripped down intimacy of listening to voices and not being assaulted by over-saturated visuals.

Back to the purpose of this post, the other big thing that happened in 2015 was discovering I’m asexual and knowing for the first time in my life that I’m not defective or damaged. It’s hard changing 40+ years of a negative self-image. Finding out there is a welcoming asexual community online is like the best grilled cheese sandwich you’ve ever had. I’m still working on what all this means to me. There’s a million ways to be asexual. I would like to be in a relationship if that’s possible. I just don’t think most people would put up with me.

I don’t have any New Years resolutions. Sure, there’s stuff I want to make a better effort on but NY resolutions don’t last.

Happy 2016, everyone. I hope this new year will be the best one yet for you.


Things I do instead of writing.


1 Finf amusing things on Pinterest

2. Wash dishes. (Ha! Who am I kidding? I’m not washing dishes.)

3. Play with cats

4. Make play lists for my characters. Closer to actually writing, at least I’m thinking of my characters.

5. Blog post about what I’m doing instead of writing.

Life Lessons-Stuff I’ve learned the hard way


1.If you’re taking apart a faucet to fix a leak, turn off the water.

2. Don’t burn trash (if you’re somewhere that this is done) when It’s windy.

3. Don’t rub a cat’s belly even if it looks like it wants it.


4. Don’t dry lace panties in the microwave.

5. Avoid the central interchange in Akron during rush hour if at all possible.

6. Don’t substitute salt for sugar when making cinnamon rolls

7. Answer the phone as soon as you see it’s your Mom calling.

8. Never come home without cat food if you are out.

9. If you’re at a 24 hour Walmart in the middle of the night and you think all the people you see are freaks, remember that they probably think the same about you.

10. If you’re nephew or niece say they are going to shoot you to outer space and you’ll come back an evil version of yourself, don’t try to reason with them just go with it.

Cake, cats, acceptance or what asexuals talk about amongst ourselves


Ever wonder what asexual people talk about with each other? Then you need to watch the Pieces of Ace podcast. Episode 2 is right here. You can also visit their website here. http://piecesoface.com/

I wonder if angel cake is the same as angel food cake?

The post where I try to #trumpyourcat


If you’re not familiar with #TrumpYourCat, check out this link.


I tried to convince them this would be a fun activity, but my cats refused to play along with this Trump nonsense. Jackie Chan is all for Hillary and Neutrino likes Bernie Sanders.

Jackie Chan allowed me to brush her but refused to model her hair piece.


Neutrino refused to let me brush him so I had to use Jackie’s hair. Neutrino refused to model the hair piece too.

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Oh, well, they’re cats. What can you do.