Living and thriving as a highly sensitive introvert and empath in an extroverted world
(B’s Update–Oct 16, 2020: Greetings, all! I’ve been playing more games as of late–quarantine will do that, I suppose. I’m always on the lookout for ones that stick out as a true introvert gamer’s dream. Welp, a new one made the list. ? Please feel free to check it out…
Click here to go straight to the methods. For those of you who have read my posts all the way back to several years ago, you’ll recall that I wrote about how not to lose yourself when having a crush. My personal belief is that a crush should be fun…
In my last major post, I discussed my fears to pursue my lifelong sleeping desire to be a novelist. I call it a sleeping desire because, although I have literally been writing, illustrating, and narrating stories since I was in the single digits, I didn’t have the confidence to believe…
There is a restaurant that I visit on occasion since I moved into my current house. It is a lovely establishment with a warm, comforting atmosphere, spacious seating arrangements, and the most welcoming ambiance of any place that I have ever visited. I’ve never eaten there, but I imagine that…
A few days ago, I was talking on the phone with someone I admire greatly and who is, among many things, a talented writer. As I was explaining the plot of a story I’d outlined a couple of years ago to get his thoughts on it, he suddenly cut me…
Zachary Lazar had two choices after his father was murdered. He was only six years old when the tragedy occurred, but as he grew up, he realized he could continue the cycle and seek retribution, or try and figure out what would make someone do such an act. Ultimately, he…
Writing Prompt: As a kid, you made a “time travel password” as a joke if your future self ever tried to contact you. You had forgotten all about it until today — when you received an email with it as the subject line. ? Enjoy! Subject: Suit juicer is another…
Not gonna lie: when I think about the term “tidying up,” I think about a stray toy on the floor, an open book on the coffee table, or maybe some excess paper on a desk. What I don’t think about is the endless black hole that I’ve managed to amass somewhere…
