Continuing the fairy tale I wrote in Czech and am translating into English for fun. If you want to start from the beginning, all the previous parts are here: The Proud Princess and the Masked Mage. Otherwise maybe you can…
Continuing the fairy tale I wrote in Czech and am translating into English for fun. If you want to start from the beginning, all the previous parts are here: The Proud Princess and the Masked Mage. Otherwise maybe you can…
After FOREVER, I’m continuing the fairy tale that I found which I wrote in Czech and started translating into English in short bits just for fun! If you want to start from the beginning, the first part is here: The…
I’m actually not in a good mood, just FAKING IT TILL I MAKE IT, y’all! So! Allow me to share stuff that makes me smile (or at least not barf): When I’m in a good mood, I love to mock…
So! My foray into writing poetic filth is free for another few days (till Friday, March 8th), and NO, that alliteration was not intentional. Which means if you’re into things like my attempts to write pretty prose about a sexy,…
Here’s something so freaking stupid I did yesterday instead of working and now I’m like WHAT WAS I THINKING (maybe you can guess): Here is an article that spoke to me and is something I’ve been trying to express to…
I feel like I stepped into the bad plot of a book. Here is what 2023 did to me before it ended: Less than a week before Christmas, my job told me they were firing me, intending to end my…
They never come to kill me, no matter how potently they yearn to. The assassin kneeling behind me reeks of it: the craving to end me. He clamps the fury inside his fists; the animosity burns beneath his shadowed hood,…
He arrived in the middle of the night, banging on their door in the midst of a raging storm. Windy gusts lashed the windows, tree branches scraping the panes. It brought her and her parents barefoot down the creaking stairs,…
WHY AM I LIKE THIS? I sent a newsletter about a Thing, and let’s now play SPOT THE TYPO! PROOF that I ‘beed’ a break for sure. And I sent like fifty million test emails to myself and STILL didn’t…
NOTE: AI images were used in this blog post, but I no longer support the use of AI, nor do I use it, because I don’t like the extractive direction big corporations are taking it and how they are trying…

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When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.