OK, this post is a bit later than I intended, but December's hectic at the best of times, so... let's just do this -
November's over, and here I am standing in December wondering how we got to the end of 2021, when it feels like it never really got started in the first place.
This year's felt like the hangover after 2020, and never really moved past that.
Or is that just me? How has your 2021 been, dearest nerdlets?
It's Thursday, it's December, so let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
It's Thursday, it is December somehow, this is Dora Reads, so let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
I don't know whether this counts as creative non-fiction, or a short story, or what - but it was something that I kind of needed to write, y'know? Anyhow, here it is:
'Thor was… strangely prone to crying lately, which Loki didn’t appreciate but had to endure nonetheless.'
Angst time! Angst time! Time to have an angst fest! 😅
...I'm random, but ya love it 😜
It's Thursday, this is Dora Reads, I'm still Cee and still here, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
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When I'm tired, my brain sometimes throws out random phrases.
Straight-forward things like, 'I'm so tired,' and 'I wanna be a kitty-cat' (because, well, why wouldn't you?)
Amongst these understandable statements, sometimes it throws out weird ones.
The other day it threw out a new one that I'm still trying to figure out.
Out of nowhere, the thought popped into my head: I want the books to be OK.
And I stopped short.
And I thought... what the hell does that mean?
I want the books to be OK.
