Mara Cavanaugh @mara_cav_@writing.exchange

If anyone is ever feeling suicidal please dm me. I'm not a certified anything, but I've been close to suicide.

I am always here to be a nonjudgmental listening ear. I may not be able to respond right away because I have a job and other adult obligations, but I will always respond eventually.

I can't convince you to live. I can try, but ultimately that's on you.

What I can do is be your moral support cheerleader here on the Fediverse.

So I'm here.

And you will never bother me.

Decided to make another account for my everyday general tomfoolery: @mara_cav

I'll still be active here with writing and whatnot, but I'll be my unfiltered self there.

Note: If I make grammatical mistakes in my toots, I'm just mentally stimulated at the time. If I delete and retoot it's likely because of cringe grammar.

Currently working on nixing that with some grammar workbooks.

I'm always down to chat, so hit me up if you wanna talk or just share memes.

500+ words for the day written. Actually wrote 853. Probably could've done 1000, but I liked ending it organically.

Back to daily writing it is 😊

Need to get back into writing daily. I did 1000 words daily, no excuses, for a month earlier this year. Proud of myself for that, but that was pretty damn intense. Think I'll start back with 500 words daily for now. That seems manageable.

Also debating on creating a 4TheWords account to help with consistent daily writing, but I'm leaning more towards no. I have a Scribophile that I haven't touched in a bit so I might just direct some energy toward that instead.

We'll see.

My kitten has yet to level up to be a true couch goblin. She's very curious and rambunctious so it's inevitable she will be one. For now I'm going to cherish the remaining days I have with scratch-free feet.

Just had a customer brutally berate me over the phone. It wouldn't have bothered me too much typically, but they talked to me exactly the way my parents did when I was living and growing up with them. I really hate being treated like I'm a piece of shit, 'cause I already think I am half the time and I've spent the past four years trying to convince myself I'm not.

Silver lining is that I remained pleasant and neutral on the phone and didn't break down until they hung up on me.

Alright, I've given in and bought a fountain pen and also a nice notebook.

I love the ink and retro feel of a fountain pen, but I really don't like how scratchy it feels when I write. I do write with quite a bit of pressure, so it's not entirely the pen but it still irks me. Right now I still prefer the way pencil and felt-tip pen feels on paper even if it's not as fun.

Regardless, so begins my pen journey.

"Crazy in Love" to "My Name Is Mud".

Hell yeah.

Also it's really freaking hard trying to introduce two cats to each other. It's incredibly stressful.

I made dinner tonight! It was just basic af spaghetti. But it wasn't microwavable and raw ground meat was involved so that's a +0.5 for my culinary skill.