Networking

So if you knew it or not I’m working on writing a book and to do that I’ve been reading a rather informative book on how to get myself published. Mind you I’m an extremely slow reader and I have had little time to actually do any writing with being exhausted from work but I’m trying really hard. I have my game plan in motion on how I want to continue I just need the time and focus to do so. So, back to the explanation, it talks about networking and making a market for my book, finding that market or seeking it out. Now, that sounds like a great plan but I find a few flaws with that system.

Who is my market?

While I want to believe everyone is my market, obviously my market will stray to the Sci-Fi fantasy people and even maybe on the slightly gothic side.

Well Sci-Fi is an extremely broad realm, where would I start?

Well you’d think at Sci-Fi sites, but I go to a Sci-Fi site and all I see are things about pace and things. So I have a niche of Sci-Fi right? Dystopia. Because that is a sub genre for Sci-Fi that my book should fall into.

Where do I go for Dystopia?

http://dystopia.com/ That’s the obvious choice right? But where is the community behind that? There are great film and book suggestions there but where is the community I’m looking for. So lets google it. When you google Dystopia you get facts and lists of Dystopia as a genre, still no community right?

Well what about who inspired it? Muse.

Well there is a great community that follows muse but what would make them interested in a “Muse inspired Dystopia”? What would draw that crowd to me as a writer? Well our love of Muse but I’m not a deeply musical person. I love music but how does that fit in with a book that I want to publish to promote it? Well get the people and they will love it? Well I want to but how does one wriggle there way into the community of something so intertwined? What would one do to try and reach out to other Muse fans and tell them that I am inspired to write a book that might be to their fancy as it is inspired by the same music that they listen to? How would one truly integrate themselves?

Well there is always building a website?

Well I have websites. I have many in fact. I even have a roleplay based in the world that I have created for this book, mind you it is far more lax then the actual book will be because I have to make it playable but it is a website dedicated to the world the book is in.

Then get people attracted to the site!

Ok! Come to http://knightsofcydonia.org join and RP! Did it work? Did I get you hooked enough to join? Have questions? Ask me there. *tests said theory*

Another method is to do things like Podcasts and Tweets and Facebook about myself, about my book, about things my book is about and things like that. Well that’s fine and dandy if I were making a book on how the world today is a Dystopia but I am not (mind you I do believe modern day America is a modern day Dystopia, ruled and controlled by the market, want to know more show your interest and I will blog about it). Now Podcasts, Sure, I’ll do a podcast but what would it be about? Same things I’ve been talking about? I really want to start building this world of people interested in my work but really where does it start for a fiction writer? Where would I push to get people to like me as an author?

My answer to that is through my blog here. While I only update semi-regularly I think that this is my best bet to gain any interest whatsoever. I do post my chapters to my Fanfiction here. I think that I may try to write short stories and post them here too. I certainly think that it would do me a world of good to concentrate on something that will focus me artistically, even if I’m tired. It says to work hard and work tirelessly. Well I’m already tired so lets either get changed into a vampire or turned into a zombie so I can work even harder. I want to do this. I CAN do this! I have never wanted something to be completed so badly in my life.

Here is my attempt as a working tirelessly person:

  • I will try to post something on this blog at minimum bi-weekly.
  • I will try to post a short story set in the world I am creating at least monthly.
  • I will try to keep this schedule as best as I can, even when stressed, tired or otherwise physically and mentally strained.
  • I will try to respond to all tweets/facebook requests and blog comments in a timely fashion.
  • I will try to keep up with my social networking medias so that you know that I am diligently trying to get this done.
  • I will try to post updates as far as which chapter I have completed and how many words are done on the story, periodically.
  • I will try to be a better person/mother/girlfriend/daughter/sister even during times that I may feel pressured or sad.
  • I will try not to cop out and talk only about my emotions, having ideas and writing them down when I get them.
  • I will ask for advice on things that I may not know much about.
  • I will make myself as available as I can to both connect with people and be helpful in things that you may need help with.
  • I will get published no matter what it takes.

Behind the Grind

While I, as a RPers, know what it is like to be behind the grind of your posts being behind on NaNo is exhausting. At least on a RP you can tell someone that your reply may take a few days and then you have a grace period with NaNo if you get behind it’s like a scramble to get caught up. I didn’t NaNo for 5 days because I was exhausted after my daughter’s birthday and I’m still behind. I feel like I’m never going to get caught up writing 2K to 2.5K every night before bed and I’m still 2.5K words behind.

It’s tiring! Good gravy it’s tiring! I stay up until midnight every night and get up at 6:30 every morning. I’m ready for a break! The only problem with taking a break means that I have to do more catching up.

No rest for the weary I guess.

I’m hoping that here in the next day or so I will get caught up. Zayzie has been helping me push to get the words out but I haven’t surpassed quite yet. I know that the Writer’s chat room helps.

OH! WTF Batman!? I write similar to the way I RP but I have a particular tactic that I make sure my story is cohesive and if something doesn’t work right that is stopping my ability to continue forward then I fix it before I continue. WHY the HELL!? would everyone sit here and tell me to skip it and move on. If it’s not working right now how in the hell is skipping it to go to the next part going to make it any better? All I’m doing is continuing the dredge of the not making sense world and it won’t make any more sense  if I keep writing or not. In fact it will probably make less sense and then I’ll just have a mass jumble of words by the end of it. Don’t tell me to just “skip it”! That doesn’t work. Skipping the problem doesn’t make the problem go away. Trust me, I have an ex husband and if I could skip over the problem I would but I can’t. It has to make sense or else I dwell, I  brood, and I can’t write. I have to fix the problem!!! I don’t understand how anyone thinks that skipping the problem will make it go away or make it work somehow. Changing/fixing is the only way to go. Ask Tim Gunn.

RAWR!!!!!!!!

Note to everyone that wants to help me when I say a scene isn’t working:

  • Cheer me on!
  • Help me work it out!
  • Give me a pat on the back!
  • Snug me!
  • HELP ME!
  • DON’T, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS LIVING, TELL ME TO SKIP IT! That fucking aggravates me more then life itself!

Also, for the past few weeks my life (particularly my driving life) was filled with music fail. First, on the cable Dance channel there was all medium speed unfamiliar dance music and it wasn’t all that dancey, it was more of a trance and it wasn’t inspiring to do anything. Then in the car, every time I get in, either it was the same song or the commercials for most of my trip. I mean, commercials keep music free but seriously!? I don’t spend that much time in the car and listening to commercials is just major fail and it was bull!

Thank you for listening. Until next time everyone. Same Morr time, same Morr channel!

Liz Fic Part 5

The bump of the club was getting on Elizabeth’s nerves. Normally the sound didn’t bother her but tonight was a particularly nerve wracking night because she wasn’t there to find someone to kill to sate her desire. In fact she was pretty well sated at the moment. She was there to stalk a different sort of prey. Another predator.

After the realization of what Dexter Morgan was Elizabeth had went home and did some research on him. He was spotless. The best she could find on him was a traffic ticket, from when he was 23. It wasn’t anything and it didn’t mean much especially since she wasn’t sure what she was expecting to find. Maybe “Dexter Morgan, Serial Killer” with a list of his victims? While it would have been convenient, it was doubtful. Whatever it was, she didn’t find it looking through her normal circuits. She did, however, find out where he lived which was a good start. That was how she ended up here.

Elizabeth followed him here from his home. Normally she would have went home after following him here but she came inside instead. It was a perverse need to watch another predator stalk their prey. Her need to interact with another person that needed the sticky feeling of blood on their hands to stay sane. It was her darkness reaching out for his.

Elizabeth kept an eye on him the entire night only leaving time to blink and eventually that cost her. She had lost him in the crowd in the split second it took for her eyes to close and open. How was that even possible?

She swung her head around looking frantically for the man she had lost but in the sea of bumping bodies he seemed to be gone.

“You know I thought we agreed that after the Adams case we’d see each other,” an amused grumble said to her from behind. She turned her eyes up to see the face of her prey for that evening. “I’m sorry. I have a thing for a man that looks like he can handle a knife, I mean me, I mean himself,” she said with a shake of her head and a chuckle.

“Sit down and I’ll buy you a drink,” she said offering him the seat next to her.

“Nah. I actually think I’m going to call it a night,” he said to her.

Damn. She was hoping to talk with him. “Didn’t find what you were looking for?” she asked him.

“No,” he said throwing a thumb over his shoulder as an indication that he was getting ready to leave. “I’m going to head out. Long day at work and I’ve got to get up early.”

“Mind walking me to my car?” Elizabeth asked.

“Sure,” he said with a shrug.

What else was she supposed to do? She was only there to watch him and he was leaving. Her best plan was just to leave too.

Elizabeth left the half empty drink on the counter as she let Dexter lead her out of the club. When they got outside she couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips. She was glad that the insistent bumping of the club had been muted to a dull thump behind her as she walked.

He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Glad to be out of there?”

“A little. The pounding music was giving me a headache.”

“If you don’t like it then why do you go?”

To stalk a man that reminds me… of me. “To meet people. I met you tonight didn’t I?”

“I guess so,” he said giving her a thoughtful frown. “Did you come out here to meet someone in particular?”

Elizabeth was getting tired of the fake smile game but kept it up in case she was wrong about him. “Nope, I don’t have a special someone to go meet at random clubs in the middle of my work week. You?” she said with a bump of her shoulder into him.

“I was looking for someone but they weren’t there.”

Elizabeth nodded feeling that she had interrupted his ritual. That was rude of her wasn’t it? Well she would have to make it up to him after she got to know him better. “This is me,” she said coming up to her 2004 dark blue, hatchback Ford Focus. She gave him a nod and a smile in which he returned the nod but not the smile. Elizabeth thought that was a bit odd since he seemed so good at fitting in with the situation.

“Who are you?” he asked her more darkly then she had anticipated his presence imposing on hers in an attempt to press her closer to the car.

“My name is Liz I’m the woman that the cops think murdered my next door neighbors.”

“I know that, but who are you?” his eyes narrowed at her. “I saw you outside of my apartment.”

A low grunt escaped her throat as shoved her shoulders back into her car, his knee held her up, his forearm quickly pressing her painfully against the cool metal frame behind her. Then the blade appeared a beautifully crafted, stainless steel, chef’s knife held rather painfully beneath her chin against her jugular, “Who are you and why are you following me?”

The question was absurdly hilarious! She couldn’t help the reaction as her head fell back the knife still held painfully firm against her neck as she laughed. She could feel the small tingle as the knife dug deep enough to draw blood. He drew first blood then which was fine, she had been the one stalking him, poorly.

“Well I already told you that my name is Liz but that’s not what you want to know is it?” she questioned him as she pulled her head back up the blade of the knife scraping dangerously across her skin. “Why am I stalking you? Well I thought it was obvious Dexter. We have something in common,” she said with her toothy alligator grin.”

The pressure of the knife loosened for a moment before being pressed harder then before followed by a bizarre twist of him mashing his lips against hers. She yelped into his lips before she relaxed into the kiss closing her eyes, her arms reaching around him to pull his body closer to hers. She could hardly believe what was happening it was all so amazingly sexual. All of her favorite things mashed together in one place.

Blood.

Pain.

Pleasure.

The possibility of death.

The hand that had been holding her against the car moved to help push her higher on it their lips still hungrily devouring one another. She could die at that moment and be happy to die. She was not as alone as she once thought. The crushing loneliness that made her work dangerously close to the line of unsafe.

It was minutes, maybe hours, of being pressed against that car before he removed his lips from hers panting in her ear. “Your mine,” he rasped before the blade that was pressed against her neck shot a cool pain into her as he sliced across her jugular.

For a moment Elizabeth was surprised by the action, her eyes wide, accusing before she smiled and her body slumped down to the ground as he removed himself from her, his green shirt soaked in her blood. Her blood. Wasn’t that a beautiful canvas to stare at? Her own.

She gurgled a thank you as she stared up at his darkened silhouette, the only thing she could see clearly were his eyes and the hypnotizing blade that he held stained with her blood.

My blood is so beautiful.

Elizabeth could feel herself slipping away as the darkness began to surround her vision as everything began to fade, the life draining out of her.

Liz Dexter Fic Part 3

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Elizabeth’s eyes snapped open as the familiar annoying buzz of her alarm clock rang out reminding her that it was time to rise, three hours before work, so that she could get prepared to go there. She didn’t mind the tedium, it was her break from her real passion. She sat up a smirk on her face, the fresh kill still on her mind.

Elizabeth tilted her head from one side to the other to hear the familiar popping sounds of her neck cracking. The release felt great as she pushed herself off of the bed to saunter into her adjoining bathroom. She pulled the hair tie out of her messy pony tail to let her short brown hair tumble around her round face.

“I am a sexy devil aren’t I?” Elizabeth said to herself in the mirror as she posed in front of the mirror, tilting her body from one side to the other to see her nude form from every angle. “You are a beast Elizabeth!” she told herself again with a loud cracking slap to her bottom before she turned to her shower and turned it on. She didn’t even wait the few minutes it took for the shower to warm up, stepping into the clear box immediately she set to cleaning herself off from the past day’s rest and preparing herself for the day ahead of her.

Had Elizabeth not been singing loudly and off key she probably would have heard the pounding at her door before she shut off the water in the shower and climbed out to get dried off. Once she heard the knock at the door her singing faded into a frown. “I’ll be there in a minute,” she shouted moving to her bedroom as she hastily dried off her body.

The knocking sounded again, followed by a “Miss Thory it’s Miami DADE police we need to ask you a few questions please.” Well that put a kink in her morning. She hadn’t gotten any more then her underwear on but if they were insistent then she’d be fine to oblige them.

Elizabeth walked out of her bedroom and into her living room, “Fine, fine. I’m coming,” she called to them. She opened the door, “I don’t know why you have to be so impatient, I was taking a shower,” she said to them with a frown looking curiously at the two people in front of her door. They both looked away from her mostly naked body the scrawny brunette covering her mouth as she muttered a ‘holy fuck’. She looked at them incredulously, “Please don’t tell me that you were so impatient to get me to the door that this bothers you? I told you to wait a minute,” she informed them both. “What is it that you need at this hour? I have to get ready for work.”

“Hello Miss Thory. I’m Detective Morgan and this is Detective Batista. We’re sorry about bothering you at the early hour but we were wondering if you could answer some questions for us about your next door neighbor. A Piper Adams?” Elizabeth looked from one to the other, both looking her in the face to avoid looking at the rest of her.

Elizabeth smiled and raised her eyebrows to signify that she was waiting. She didn’t verbally answer either of them expecting that the questions would come eventually. Obviously, if they couldn’t wait they weren’t wondering if she could they wanted her to answer questions or to ask for them to get a warrant or bring her in.

“Yes, well, first thing is, did you hear anything strange in her apartment that last week?” the man, Detective Batista asked.

Elizabeth shook her head. “It would depend on what you mean by strange. My next door neighbors are all conservatives and so you normally don’t hear much except the things that leak through the thin walls. If you mean screaming, yelling, fighting and all that? I think she was fighting with someone about two days ago. It was something about a TV that she pawned off or something like that.”

The detectives respectively looked at one another before back to Elizabeth. “You seem to remember that pretty well, do you remember any other fights that she had with anyone?”

Elizabeth frowned and moved away from the door inviting them in, “I told you I have to get ready for work so if you’re going to ask me questions you’ll have to do it while I get ready for work. Yes. I have a good memory. No. I do not catalog and record every fight my neighbors have. No. I don’t get into their business and I almost always keep to myself unless I’m outside and see someone. I am a normal hermit just like everyone else in this city,” she said closing the door behind them walking down the hall back into her bedroom the detectives following to just outside of her door.

“What all do you know about Miss Adams, Miss Thory?” the female detective, identified as Detective Morgan, asked.

“I know that she liked take out. I never see her in the morning when I leave for work. I occasionally see her when I take out my trash and we smile, wave and make idle chit-chat when we run into one another. Can you tell me what happened so I might be of better use to you? She wasn’t really my closest acquaintance but if you’re here about stolen items and need to know more about her character and whatnot I can vouch for her or whatever. She’s a good mum to her son,” Elizabeth rambled on as she pulled on a pair of jogging capris, a sports bra and a runners jacket. She came out of the room moving to her laundry room, right past the detectives who were looking to one another and talking in hushed whispers for the moment.

“I’m sorry to inform you of this Miss Thory, Miss Adams is dead,” said Detective Batista.

Elizabeth paused in mid turn. This fact didn’t surprise her or scare her at all. In fact the screams in her dreams the night previous might have very well been her next door neighbors as she was being killed. She had to react to this appropriately though. What was appropriate for this? Shock? Maybe some tears? Yes, that would probably be right.

Elizabeth’s jaw had went slack as she though about it. The thoughts dawning over her as her right hand slowly came up to her mouth a gasp of surprise escaping her lips. “You’re sure it was her?” Now she had to force the waterworks. She quavered her chin and thought about the saddest thing she could, which wasn’t much, but she was able to get some semblance of looking sad as the male detective spoke. “Are you alright Miss Thory?”

“I think so,” Elizabeth said, her voice quavering with fake remorse. “I think I need to sit down, I feel like I’m going to be sick.” She moved past both detectives very quickly to hide her smile as she stalked down the hall into her living room to sit on the couch. “How? When? Where?” she asked them looking to them, the desperation in her voice.

“We do not have all of the details yet but we are looking into it, so any information that you can give us would be greatly appreciated.”

Elizabeth swallowed hard to keep from laughing but it appeared like she was swallowing a lump in her throat. “Well I really didn’t know her well. She was my next door neighbor I didn’t really think much of it. Am I in danger?” she asked them as they stood over her shaky looking body.

“We don’t think so but we do suggest that you lock your doors, don’t let anyone unfamiliar in your home and see about being escorted by a friend to your door,” said Detective Batista.

“Is her son alright?”

“We don’t know yet but we’ll see about keeping you updated.”

Great. More time to keep up with a stupid charade. “Do you have more questions for me?”

The detectives looked to one another and shook their heads. “But it would be nice if you made yourself available in case we need to ask you more questions.”

“Certainly,” Elizabeth said dropping her socks to the floor as she stood up to cross to the kitchen bar. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen writing down her name and phone number. “That’s my cell you can catch me there or leave a message. I have to be at work in a few hours and I don’t always hear it over the music.”

“Oh! Are you a dancer?” Detective Morgan asked.

“No,” Elizabeth said with a shake of her head, “I’m an aerobics instructor.”

The detective nodded her head and began toward the door. “Well thank you for your help Miss Thory we’ll get a hold of you if we need anything else.”

“You’re welcome. Please call me Liz. I don’t like Miss Thory.”

“Alright Liz. Have a good day,” Detective Batista said with a tip of his hat before he began to walk away.

Elizabeth disappeared behind her door closing it securely. This could potentially be bad for her. It shouldn’t be, she didn’t kill the woman next door but this put noses up her butt that she didn’t want there and that made her uncomfortable.

With a frown Elizabeth crossed the room to her socks and put them on her feet followed by her sneakers. She was officially in her work uniform. Now it was time for breakfast. She stood up and crossed the living room into the kitchen. At first the breakfast started out for just her but slowly it grew from her normal 2 eggs, 3 pieces of bacon and toast into a large omelet, two packages of bacon, a loaf of bread for toast and pancakes. She had done it intentionally, she wanted to make it seem like the quirky neighbor isn’t really someone to look at. The only thing was that giving them the food would probably seem weirder then just disposing of it in her garbage disposal.

Elizabeth made quick decision and decided to just leave it there until she got home. She looked at the clock and she was already 20 minutes late for her pre-aerobics run which meant that she was skipping that this morning and going straight to her walk to work.

Elizabeth picked up her gym bag and her keys as she headed out of the front door, locking it behind her and throwing the keys into her bag she began toward the stairs to get to ground level. It appeared that it was going to prove more difficult to keep a frowning face then she originally deemed it. As she came closer to the stairs they brought the gurney with the black bag atop it. She wanted to look inside but she wasn’t allowed, she’d never be allowed and if she was she be exposed to the world for what she was, a sadistic serial killer. She couldn’t have that.

Elizabeth’s face went blank and lifeless as the gurney made it’s way down the stairs and a man made his way up the stairs. He looked relatively normal outwardly and he held a case in his hand, looking to be making his way to the crime scene. “Excuse me,” she called to him putting her chin up. “Am I allowed to go down this way?” she asked, knowing very well that she wasn’t since the yellow tape was guarding it off. The only problem was that the only other set of stairs to the ground level was on the other side of the tape as well. The man came back over toward her looking dreadfully confused as to why she was asking since it should have been obvious.

“I’m sorry Miss? This is a crime scene,” the man said.

Elizabeth quickly scanned for a badge but found nothing but an ID card. Dexter Morgan? Wasn’t the woman she met earlier a Morgan as well?

“I don’t mean to be rude or anything but it’s either these steps here or the ones over there,” she indicated to the steps further away from the crime scene’s door but the only other set of stairs. “Um hold on a second,” he said about to turn from her.

“Wait,” Elizabeth said and he turned to look at her.

“What is it?”

Elizabeth stared at him for a moment. “You look dreadfully familiar,” she said to him with a tilt of her head. “Have we met before?”

“I don’t think so and I’m pretty sure I’d remember a woman as pretty as you.”

“If you say so,” Elizabeth responded not sure why she recognized him.

“Um, I have to get into this crime scene before they fire me. Can I trust you not to touch the banisters on your way down?”

Elizabeth gave him a nod as he lifted the tape for her. She bent to go under and turned to quickly descend the steps. Once she was at the bottom she turned to look up at the man. Dexter Morgan.

Why did he look so familiar?

Elizabeth didn’t have time to figure it out right then, her morning already ruined byt the appearance of the detectives. The movement which seemed to have slowed, sped back up as she turned away from the man and started on her way to work.

A whole lotta nothin’

I don’t think I got much of anything done today. Nothing particularly talk worthy at least.

Via sites I fixed a skin issue on Wootflakes and began work on forum and topic markers… OH! I also adequately changed a header elements to appear nicer looking then before. It’s much prettier now.

Tomorrow I will continue work on my forum/topic markers before I delve into the UCP, Profile, Blogs and the Gallery to make it look prettier. Most of those are just CSS edits that I know of, and mostly just color edits at that. I do have a few mods that I want to install, most of them to do with adding a little knick, knack here and there, like profile stats. I haven’t decided for sure if I want them though so I’m still looking. I think it would really help if more screenshots were provided, or in most cases, bigger screenshots.

Earlier I had an epiphany about IPB and them having a page in the ACP with all of the default style elements on one page to make it easy for a novice admin, like myself, figure out what has been changed and what still needs to be changed via CSS. Then I considered it for a few more minutes and realized how terribly awful that would be to compile and scraped the thought.

I also just had an epiphany on how to properly fix my Wootflakes layout. It involves changing a few image sizes and this will be good but a bit of work for me tomorrow. Just need to remind myself to align the image with the left of the box. It will all make sense when I have it all figured out.

Next thing of note for the day? I watched Inglorious Basterds and was supremely disappointed. I don’t know why I was disappointed… I mean there were good laughs and good parts but I don’t know, it just felt weird. Maybe it was because I didn’t recognize Tarantino as any of the characters and I’ve come to expect that? Or it was late in the evening and I didn’t expect to have to read so much? Whatever the case is, I didn’t like it very much except for the good actors parts and the few good laughs. Do I suggest it? Not really.

Okay, I think my brain just melted in my head. It’s really late and I ought to stop typing to the people of the world and off myself to bed. Goodnight everyone. Hope you are having a good day! ^_^

Layouts and well just layouts I guess

I did a few things today, including spending more money then I could afford on pictures of my kids. Man I need a really awesome camera so I don’t need to get pro pictures anymore, and maybe a lot more experience in photoshop.

After the picture getting though I continued to vigorous work on my Wootflakes site layout and guess what? I currently believe I have one of the most epic layouts I have ever created. Go check it out:
http://wootflakes.com
It’s purdy to me at least and optimized for larger screens. Sorry to anyone that has something smaller then a 1024×768, I’m not hindering my web design for you guys anymore. Why apologize? Well I don’t need to, truly if you’re still one a computer that the largest size screen you can get on it is 800×600 then you need to throw it in the trash and go get a new one.

As for the layout itself, once I’m completely completed on it I will be making a few different renditions, mostly just changing the color of the box, probably a green, grey, pink, orange and maybe black. If you guys are lucky I’ll create a block one but that will require more image edits then the rest of them. ^_^

What else did I do today that would be interesting material to talk about with strangers?

OH! I watched Coraline and Whip It! Both fantastic movies, I suggest them highly. So far, I don’t think I’ve seen an Ellen Page movie that I haven’t liked. Not saying that I won’t but she seems to be really good in what I’ve seen her in.

Okay, not a long post today, not really anything done except my monumental success of a layout re-vamp! Totally stoked about all of this so yeah! <333 you all and Have a good day!