In Which Art Mediums Abound and Dreams Turn Into Paintings

Over the last two months, I've sworn up and down that there would be an overabundance of moving posts cluttering up this web space and annoying the snot out of you guys. Now the Grand Question is, where in the blue blazes are they? Languishing in misery with the rest of my family as we …

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A Tale of Book Titles and Latin Terrors

Have I ever told you guys the story of my book title? No? *cracks knuckles* Some of you may recall a time before Aeterna was Aeterna. If you do, I feel sorry for you; my writing was a mess back then. Naturally, I didn't know it was a mess -- not at the time -- …

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The Return of the Blogger (and some long and mostly boring obligatory life updates)

Aaaaand she's back! Really!! This is not another trick!!! *confetti and fireworks and glitter even though no one will ever believe me ever again* I told you it wouldn't be long before I returned from my hiatus, and lo and behold, here I am, bringing sarcasm and glitter in my wake. You guys are troopers. …

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So Long, Farewell, Aufweirdesiangueu… I don’t know how to spell that word.

Well, my minions, we've had a merry lark together, haven't we? The Sarcastic Elf has been alive and well for almost sixteen months now, and in that time, I've met so many cool people, and learned so many cool things. My writing life has expanded astronomically through this endeavor, and I can truly say it's …

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The Enigmas of an Introvert’s Notebook

Writers are an odd lot. Yes, I know, statement of the century. But seriously. We wander around graveyards with the express purpose of stealing dead people's names, space out of conversations to contemplate which innocent character we're going to murder next, and hurt ourselves on purpose so we can "know what it feels like". (At …

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Elves, Evolution, and a Very Confused Mother—another art dump

You guys know that people sometimes pay me to paint things, right? As in, art isn't just a hobby, but a business. They get an authentic, hand-painted portrait. I get money. Everyone wins. And when you're lucky enough to have your art teacher's complete and zealous support, the odds of being a multi-millionaire by age …

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