Well, here it is. My latest attempt at doing something with all the rage and fury bubbling inside me without tainting the other spaces I share myself at. Especially my personal site. Even though being a grumpy old witch is and likely always will be part of who I am, and that absolutely should be reflected on a website about me, I was being blinded by the harsh glare of constant negativity.

I simply cannot seem to write when I'm in a good mood. I can't even write when I'm in a neutral mood. Contentment is apparently a black hole of linguistic creativity for me. Every blog update became me just bitching and moaning about a totally minor inconvenience that I somehow managed to turn into a 1500-word essay with no conclusion. It was just ruining the vibe.

But here? I've pre-ruined the vibe. It's MEANT to be dark, dingy, and distastefully decorated. I am embracing my inner Madam Mim. Mim doesn't make apologies for the state of her cottage. She just lives in it. Obviously, she lives there permanently and I want this to be more like a holiday home, but I'm sure you can appreciate what I'm trying to do here. If you can't, then it's not for you.

So what can you expect from this blog? Opinions. An abundance of them, and not a single one of them from a place of measured reason. No topic is too big or too small. I'm just as likely to write a novel about my husband loading the dishwasher incorrectly as I am to wade into the depths of something genuinely serious. The common thread is that something annoyed me enough to the point I felt it necessary to sit down and write about it.

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