I have way too many writing projects. I may seriously need to consider hiring research assistants and possibly a personal assistants. Too bad they likely won’t accept monopoly money as payment. I swear it’s going to take years just to catalog these damn cemeteries, let alone research the town. And don’t even get me started on how long it’s taken to put together Elizabeth Howe’s family tree and I’m only half way through. And these are things that make up a lot of the back bone of my entire research! I can’t do most of it until either are done. And now people are approaching me to help the write other books. And my brain is coming up with more. Universe, when I said I wanted to be a writer, I didn’t mean that I needed to write all of these books in the first few decades of life. Why can’t you save some of these ideas until I’m in retirement of something. Seriously.
I wish I could have my abnormal psychology teacher as my therapist, but she’ll be ending her practice before our class ends :-(
I trust her so much more than I do a random therapist assigned to me at an office. And. I know she’s okay with patients raising concerns that they may have a disorder and presenting the evidence.
Witch Toes, 2009
Another one from the archives. Those are actually my favorite clubbing shoes, circa 1987.
Behind-the-scenes with the Addams Family!
This is a huge bat compilation in case you’re having a rough day. I hope this cheers y’all up.
WE ARE THE NIIIIIIIIIGHT. And adorable.
I had wings once. They were strong. They were stolen from me.
Please let this movie be good. Please.
Romantic ideals: Morticia and Gomez.