June 25, 2024
I skipped yesterday because I didn’t feel well.
Remodeling gets old. We have one more wall to finish before we start making a new porch.
Happy Creating!
June 23, 2024
I finished more home improvement stuff today. Actually, I finished watching my daughters complete a couple projects. But I am tired.
I look forward to blackberry season. I hope to grow watermelon successfully this year.
Happy Creating!
June 22, 2024
I don’t believe in reincarnation. If we come back as another creature, who was the original soul, personality and thinker?
I’m about to bbq burgers.
Happy Creating!
June 21, 2024
The slushy tasted better with Nerds. I’m not a fan of the flavor of grape.
My wild dogs are doing much better. One has gone missing. It’s been over a week since we last saw Miles. He and his brother, Cooper, were inseparable. Cooper finally stopped howling for Miles. There is still much sorrow around here.
When Cooper returned, we took him to the vet because he had holes and scrapes on his back, right paw. Like my My Good Boy, the day before, but the holes were on his snout.
Today, the boys are in the mood to play with each other. Last night they curled up in bed with me. I’m still sore from it. I have a twin bed, two large dogs, and last night, like never before, my daughter’s fat, black and white cat slept on my hip. 😲
Happy Creating!
June 20, 2024
My daughter is about to make me a grape juice and Nerds slushy. I’m asking for no Nerds.
Happy Creating!
June 19, 2024
Today I’ve been making a lot of plans for next year’s growing season. July is coming and I can’t wait to collect blackberries.
Happy Creating!
June 18, 2024
Tuesday, today I started the last class for this semester. My GPA is 3.8.
It’s going to be hotter tomorrow. I’ll be in the pool.
Happy Creating!
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June 17, 2024
Celtics one the championship. It was a fun game five. Pritchard made a very long 3 pointer.
Happy Creating!
June 16, 2024
My Good Boy is doing well today.
June 15, 2024
Spent the day at the vet. He said my dog looked like he got into a fight with another dog.
My Good Boy will be okay. His beautiful face has been scarred. I have to restrict him to being on a runner until we get to Arizona.
Happy Creating!
June 14, 2024
The Celtics just lost their first game against the Mavericks. I predict that the Celtics will win game five.
Happy Creating!
June 13, 2024
The days are getting hotter. I never look forward to summer. I do enjoy fall and winter.
Blackberries will be ripe soon. I love wild blackberries. So do the birds. I am in competition with squirrels for hickory nuts, and with birds for blackberries. I wouldn’t mind sharing, but they’ll take every last nut and berry if I don’t collect as the sun rises and just before it sets.
Happy Creating!
June 12, 2024
I have thought of a skit to post on YouTube. It’s simple but will require software that I don’t have yet. That and privacy. Soon, my friends, soon.
Happy Creating!
June 11, 2024
It’s pizza night. My eldest and I are excited about the upcoming Olympics. Tonight we shall have pineapple on our pizza and watch old Olympic events.
Happy Creating!
June 10, 2024
We’ve been dealing with finding a way around the floods which happened two days ago. Today the north-east side of the creek is much lower than the south-west.
Today we are attaching doors to our cupboards.
Happy Creating!
June 7, 2024
Today I made a chick-shaw. It’s a box with chicken wire as walls to allow air flow. It’s low to the ground and requires very little as far as material goes. It can be moved often, allowing chickens access to fresh clean grass.
Happy Creating!
June 6, 2024
My eldest daughter forced me to choose the Celtics to cheer for. Go Celtics!
Happy Creating!
June 5, 2024
No storms today. I’ll plant green beans tomorrow.
Happy Creating!
June 4, 2024
No visitors this week. It’s like no one cares about what I’m writing here.
I’m so boring!
Happy Creating!
June 3, 2024
There were no tornadoes in my neck of the woods today. I don’t think our upcoming storms will be severe, but things could change.
I’m getting ready to watch gymnastics.
Happy Creating!
June 2, 2024
Storms are back in the forecast for tomorrow. 😬 I may not post, if I am busy running from tornadoes. 😂
I hope everyone is doing well. I think you all should grow food, any kind of food. But consider growing something that you normally purchase, something that can be canned, dried, something you can save, even freeze. Take a little bite out of your grocery bill. Herbs, tomatoes, strawberries, whatever.
Try to make sure that if there’s another shut down, or other type of disaster, you’re going to be ok. Now is the time to sow!
Happy Creating!
June 1, 2024
Well, there goes May. Everything is green. I look forward to canning blackberry jam, but have to wait until July. Lol
Happy Creating!
May 31, 2024
We had a very short and a not so cold winter. I’m a person who enjoys winter. I don’t like summer. Spring’s weather is nice, even when running from tornadoes. Fall is fantastic. I love the colors, and when the leaves fall to the ground, it’s fun to view the forest which was hidden behind a green leafy wall.
Summer’s coming. I’ll be whining about it until Halloween.
Happy Creating!
May 30, 2024
June is nearing. I’m getting excited about my move. Rain is in the forecast for tomorrow and then storms for this weekend. I hope everyone stays safe.
Happy Creating!
May 29, 2024
The dogs want to chase squirrels, opossums and raccoons. The kitties want to as well.
I’m hoping for calmer weather this weekend.
Happy Creating!
May 28, 2024
I’ve skipped a little over a week. Mostly because of storm watching and running from tornadoes. Saturday afternoon, I turned the television on to listen to the weather trackers. I usually do that if I believe our area has a chance of severe weather. I didn’t believe we had a chance, but this time, I was curious about the states surrounding ours, because they had been dealing with several tornado outbreaks. I was curious. About ten minutes later, I heard the weather dude say that a tornado was on its way to my little town, then he said it was heading toward the road right that I live on. We grabbed the animals, hopped into the van and then drove in the opposite direction.
Well, actually, the dogs refused to go into the van until I hopped in. The kittens were being carried in two different carriers, but one jumped out because the door wasn’t locked. He kicked the door and as my daughter tried to close it, he jumped out and took off running into the woods.
The tornado skipped our cabin and the land. It didn’t hit anything within a mile on all sides of us. It did proceed to the next county where it did a lot of damage. Thankfully, no loss of life.
Tonight, StarkLink is cutting in and out. We have clear skies though. Not sure what the issue is. When big storms hit, we lose connection in a spotty way. We expect more storms to come around right before the weekend.
Oh, during our frazzled attempt to run from the tornado, we lost one kitten, Sticks, and my phone. I don’t recall the phone slipping from my hand, but it did, and we ran it over. It’s got a tracking device, and that how we found it. It survived getting run over. And we found Sticks hiding in tall grass. He was upset, did some scratching while being carried inside, where he then slept soundly for hours.
We now have a couple new carries for the cats and I’ve made sure the leashes for the dogs are hanging at the door. If we have to run again, we’ll be a lot more prepared.
May 20, 2024
So, yesterday, or maybe the day before, because of time zones, I don’t know, but…the so-called president of Iran fail victim to his failings as president by dying in a crash caused by one of his garbage helicopters. Who’s surprised? It was just a matter of time. Iran is holding their people down, almost as bad as North Korea. Their stuff is trash. If they get something right, it’s by accident.
Speaking of North Korea and garbage, you have to laugh because Russia buys weapons from them. What a killer, and I don’t mean comedy. They are blowing themselves up, I mean the weapons, just exploding, like the weapons are committing suicide. Omg, my gut hurts.
If you don’t believe me, check out The Habitual Line Crosser on YouTube. The dude has knowledge.
Happy Creating!
May 19, 2024
It’s Sunday, and the weather dude’s getting worked up. He claims that by Tuesday, my neck of the woods will be in the path of several different storms. I’m gonna cross my fingers and hope that nothing gets broken or lost.
Time to work on the book.
Happy Creating!
May 18, 2024
Last night, Samsung sent me a noticed. My phone told me that it turned off the APP I was using to play the game Panda Fortune. My phone warned that I should uninstall it because it could be malicious and harm my device. So, that answers the question I had about what that program would do to make sure it didn’t send me the eight-thousand and five-hundred dollars that the program claimed to owe me.
Today was all about harvesting spinach. I love eating from the garden.
Happy Creating!
May 17, 2024
Tonight I made apple pie filling. Peach is my favorite, but I rarely make it. Now I’m wondering why…
The game says I’m still in queue. When the timer ticks down, I wonder what the website will state. You and I know they’re not going to deposit thousands of dollars into my CashApp.
Happy Creating!
May 16, 2024
The game I keep mentioning is called Panda Fortune. I downloaded it because the commercial told me that I could win real money and cash out that money by using CashApp. I thought what the heck, why not? I downloaded it, spun the game, watched the commercials, saw winnings of several hundreds of dollars at a time… I went to cash out one-thousand dollars and several other thousands of dollars, because my total winnings added up to over eight-thousand and five-hundred dollars. The game claimed I won all that. The instructions told me to wait twenty-four-hours and then come back to see if my withdraws had been confirmed. My daughters and I laughed, and still do, at the idea of some game telling me that they owe me money and that they will deposit that money into my CashApp. Well, yesterday the directions changed to telling me that my deposits were confirmed, but are in queue for three days. It tells me that I am in line behind hundreds of others, but if I watch more commercials, my money could be released sooner. LOL
It’s so dang weird! I know it’s a scam, but why? Do people actually go back and just watch commercials believing their money will load into their CashApps? I have tried another roll, nor watched another commercial ever since I tried to cash out. I’ll let you know what is said in about three days from now.
I watch the commercials, most are about downloading other games to be able to win “real cash.” It makes me think that people download and then they move on to one game after the other hoping to make a buck. My advise is, DON’T DO IT. Instead, go write a story. You may not make a buck, but at least you’ll have fun.
Happy Creating!
May 15, 2024
I don’t know if a fool is born every minute, but a fraudster, yeah, every minute. The game left me information stating that I may cash out in over days. It even has a clock running. So, I’ll get back to you guys in about three days from now.
I’m just writing, editing and that’s about it.
Happy Creating!
May 14, 2024
While scrolling through articles, I saw a video ad’ that showed people could make money just by playing games online. I downloaded the APP and have watched a ton of ad’s. The game claims I have made over seven-thousand dollars. All I gotta do is wait twenty-four hours and then click accept using my CashAPP. I’ll be re-reading as I wait.
I’ll let ya know how it goes. 🙂
Happy Creating!
May 13, 2024
I skipped May 12, 2024. It was Mother’s Day and I spent every minute of it with my kids. Today, I made BBQ chicken, sweet potatoes, green beans and carrots.
We didn’t see any lights last night. The northern sky was dark as usual. When I move, I’m going to miss the pushy, little, red cardinals. They come to the gate, perch on the handle, and they chirp a demanding, impatient chirp, until I toss out dog kibble. That’s right. They’re addicted. I used to feed the dogs outside the tent where I slept before this cabin became livable. The cardinals, male and female, spent the entire day stealing pieces from the bowls. Now, I just toss some out into the bush that is a few feet from the gate. The birds let me know when they need more.
Happy Creating.
May 12, 2024 – Skipped
May 11, 2024
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Happy Mother’s Day to all you wonderful mom’s out there.
The Northern Lights can be seen dancing in our skies this weekend. Not by the naked eye, though. We have to use night vision on our phone’s camera settings and then some of us can capture beautiful colors. I cannot. My phone’s camera sucks. I am enjoying the captures that my daughters are able to snap.
Happy Creating!
May 10, 2024
Living with artists is like being part of a junior high, art club that has no rules. It’s after dinner and eight at night, and instead of pouring a glass of wine, or a beer, or even a hardcore whiskey drink, I’m watching them make a list of snacks. Because someone is going on a junk run. It’s something I’d expect weed smokers to do, but that’s not them. Sweet treats and crunchy, salty bites. I beg of them, “Anyone want a banana? How about cottage cheese? Trail mix? String cheese? What about frozen yogurt?”
“No thanks. Mom, you want a brownie?”
“Uh, no. I want something less harsh on the body. Something fresh, something other than a mouthful of empty calories!”
“So, Munchos?”
“Absolutely, yes,” I eagerly confessed.
To all you starving artists out there, Happy Creating!
May 9, 2024
It’s Thursday night, half-passed nine. Today has been a very nice day. All has been quiet on the storm front. I sure feel bad for the people who got hit by tornadoes yesterday. There were several states that got hit hard. North and South Carolina, Tennessee, Alabama and Georgia, saw quite a few tornadoes. I got lucky, most of the destructive storms calmed when they passed over my cabin. There was little rain, and the wind was tame. I got very lucky, and have been so far. The weather dude, whom I listen to, says most storms will be weak, at least for a week.
Random: I get cravings that are very different now that I have turned 39 again. I made chili-cheese hot dogs tonight. I didn’t eat the dog, don’t really like them, but I wanted the chili cheese on something and did want to have chips nor fries. A chili cheeseburger would have been perfect had I thought soon enough to defrost some ground beef.
I’m thinking over a scene. I want it to be suspenseful. I feel I have a good way to show anticipation to help build suspense.
Happy Creating!
May 8, 2024
It’s after six in the evening. I’m watching a program about the storms that surround the county where I am. There is a big chance that a tornado will form.
So I’m gonna keep watching the news.
Happy Creating.
May 7, 2024
You don’t have to follow trends. Be good to yourself.
Happy Creating!
May 6, 2024
I’ll be heading to Phoenix, Arizona the last week in July.
Happy Creating!
May 5, 2024
It’s been raining lightly off and on all day. It’s almost nine at night, and the drizzling continues. I don’t know what happened to the pups, last summer they couldn’t care less about the weather and getting wet. This year they’re just like Good Boy, they act like the rain is going to cause them pain. It’s annoying because they whimper and whine, wanting to go outside, but when I open the door, they won’t go out. I have to force them through the doorway, and then make sure they pee before I allow them to return inside. The one nice thing about living in Phoenix will be that the dogs will rarely hide from the rain. I do look forward to saving my back. These dogs weigh over seventy pounds each.
The prologue to my new story took a twist in order to set up the layout of the main town. I’m happy to have made great progress. It reads nicely and accomplishes what I need it to.
It’s going to be another late night of editing. I don’t mind. It’s what I love to do. Yep. I know, I used to complain about having to edit, but I see all the good changes my time has created. I like them. This is going to be a good story.
Happy Creating!
May 4, 2024
The weather forecasters wrote that our chance of rain today was eleven percent. And yet, right now, thunder rolls above our heads, and the dogs want to cuddle on my bed. They don’t care about the thunder, but are aware that water is soaking the ground, where later they’re not going to want to run around. I swear I can see the big, prissy princes frowning, and three pair of stand up ears are drooping. Rain is pouring, probably flash flooding the creeks crossing the roads both northeast and southwest of here. I must cross one of those creeks to visit any form of service. Luckily, they don’t flood often, and when they do, the water doesn’t remain high for long.
One of my daughter’s kittens is in love with one of my dogs, who couldn’t care less about the little thing’s existence. The dog lies on the floor, and the kitty licks his forehead. The more the dog retracts his head, the deeper the kitty digs his claws into the dog’s chin. My Good Boy springs to his feet, turns his back to the cat, and he plops down facing away from the little guy, who looks around seeming to wonder why the dog rejects him. It’s an odd thing, Miles, a fully grown husky/collie mix, loves the kitties and he tries to play with them. My daughter’s kitten avoids Miles. He just continues struggling with getting Good Boy’s attention. It’s kind of sad to watch.
The storm has passed. It’s sunny. Water drops shine like glass on the green leaves of every branch. There’s a mixture of woods on my property. There are several different oak trees, and some cypress trees, black walnuts, hickory, dog wood, and there is one young maple tree. This beautiful treed land and all the vines with blackberries that ripen in July will be what I’ll miss when I return to Phoenix. But the care is too much work for me. I just want to be left with nothing to do but write and care for the dogs.
Time to do some editing.
Happy Creating!
May 3, 2024
Tonight, I hear the characters from my new book speak happiness into hearts heavy because of sorrow. Sometimes it just takes a little smile, or a kind word, to turn a frown into a grin, or to fill a heart with joy.
Happy Creating! 🙂
May 2, 2024
Today’s almost over. The dogs are happy. They got to do a lot of running around before the rain came. It came later than predicted. We were supposed to have afternoon storms, but they missed us. Now our fourteen percent chance of rain is pouring, splatting on top of the air conditioner that is a few inches from where I am sitting while writing this. It makes me laugh. Earlier the percentage chance was over sixty, not a drop fell. But at fourteen percent, it’s pouring. I just don’t understand the percentage thing, but I do love that the boys got to get our their energy. They’re crashed, sprawled out on the floor. It’s going to be a very restful night. And I’m going to use it to write.
Happy creating!
May 1, 2024
It was seven this morning when Good Boy and I raised our heads, and we laid motionless in bed. I hope to hear again that what I thought woke me and the boy. A loud whimper came from outside the cabin, and at the gate an even louder whimper sounded as Good Boy and I sprung off the bed. I opened the door to the sounds of Cooper’s renowned, high-pitched howl and cry coming from right behind me.
Good Boy pushed passed me to inspect the dog, who paced and whimpered outside the newly repaired wooden gate. I called, “Miles!” and then he yelp and howled. The pups have high-pitched howls, where as Good Boy’s howl is a deep moaning type of sound.
I opened the gate. Miles ran passed us and into the cabin where then he collapsed beside my bed. He groaned and licked his paws while I chased off his two buddies, who were more than happy to see and sniff him.
Miles seems more than exhausted and happy to be back home. Everyone’s happy to see that he is unharmed.
I now have class work to complete. Tonight, I should get better sleep. Cooper howled and cried a lot last night. He sleeps under my bed. It was difficult to rest as the little brother sighed and cried.
But tonight, I should have the chance to sleep well.
Happy Creating! 🙂
April 30, 2024
This morning, the dogs broke a part of wood fencing. The three took off to romp. One by one, two have returned. Miles is missing, which is weird because he and his brother Cooper like to stay very close to home. They’ve never been gone for more than five minutes. Good Boy usually will romp and run until the sun goes down, but this time he returned before dinner time. I am worried for Miles. His brother, Cooper, howls for him. I hope he’s safe. Maybe I should let Cooper out to find him, but am afraid that something might go wrong. I hope someone contacts and tells us they found Miles, or at least release him so he can return.
I have tons of school work to complete. I hope I can share good news tomorrow.
Happy Creating
April 29, 2024
Today, I watched an episode of Northern Exposure. That show can still make me laugh. I imagine the writers giggling while talking about the crazy things they’ll have the characters say and do. I bet the directors wondered if the lines would be accepted by the audience. It’s been years since that series introduced the world to the first episode. I know now that it didn’t matter what the characters said or did, the audience ate it up, and wanted more. I may have to find the time to bend watch the entire serious.
I’m working on a novel that has violence and a mystery. The violence is emotionally difficult for me to write. It’s not enjoyable, but it’s necessary.
I’m going to organize the publishing of this book so that the names of newly introduced characters will be on page one of each new chapter.
Happy Creating
April 28, 2024
It’s after ten at night. My dogs are tired of being cooped up inside the cabin because of rain. They are harassing each other, and me. At the moment, I have a little orange kitten beside me. He’s making biscuits against the side of my left knee. I put him on the floor and he jumps back up. There’s never a dull moment around here.
Tonight, the weather is in the news. Our chance for an extreme thunder storm has been downgraded. I love a good thunderstorm, but my prissy dogs hate the rain. Good Boy hates mud. You can find him standing on anything that is not the ground. The pups used to be all about getting dirty, they didn’t care if it rained. But now, everybody’s gotta be like Good Boy, who’s usually standing on the freezer that’s on the porch.
In my first journal post, I talked about my family of junkies. It’s because I really hate drug dealers. I hate the way junkies ruin their lives and the lives of their so-called loved ones. I hate the way that a lot of mentally ill people self-medicate with illegal narcotics. I hate the way that some rehab places are for fraudsters to abuse the system and the junkies. But mostly, I hate the way people think it is okay to play with substances even though they know that they’re addictive. They know that most addicts turn into drug whores, thieves, and monsters. There has been enough education, and examples for many decades. The assholes trippin’ on substances, they knew better than to try them. But they did.
Then there are the accidental addict. The person who needed a pain killer, and who got hooked. Those poor people were abused by the medical system and then abused by the rehab systems. Okay, yeah, not all rehab places are fraudulent, but a lot of them are.
My life’s not all about hating on drugs, dealers and their users. I have a lot of life to live, and I’m gonna live it to its fullest. My idea of the perfect life for me is to grab a room with a balcony on the Queen Mary 2, and sail from New York to England, and back again. Alone, writing my books, watching waves meet a blue sky. I want to see that in person.
But first, I have to finish up here on the farm. It’s been a wonderful experience and its been a hellish one. This place will carry on without me, and be here if ever the SHTF. 🙂
Happy Creating.
April 27, 2024
Two days after my birthday. I am 39 again. But you knew that, right? I’m gonna recap:
My brother lost his mind because of his overuse of crack cocaine. My ex-husband, I believe, was murdered, but the cops won’t investigate. My sister is a drug dealer who shares illegally gotten illegal narcotics with her husband and their disabled children, all while conning my mother into lying to her doctor, so that he writes prescription drugs that she does not use, so that my sister can trade or sell them for stronger street drugs. My sources are my own eyes and my ears, because I saw her give the pills to her kids and she told me why she gives it to them and other family members. I did report her to every law enforcement agency I could think of. Haven’t spoken to her or our mother since.
COVID did a number on me and my kids. We bought a piece of land in the middle of America and have started our lives over from the dirt up. I call it, “The Years of Living Dirty.” The homesteading part of a dirty life is interesting. I very much love making something out of nothing and then watching it grow. But I don’t enjoy a lifestyle that which allows no time to write books. In July of 24, I’m going to leave the homestead to the adults who will continue to enjoy it. I may create another, or get it started for others to care for, sometime after moving back to Arizona. That one shall be easier due to not having to start from the dirt up.
I will miss waking to raccoons staring me in the face, wondering if I’m rolling over in my cot, or if they should high-tail it out of my canopy before I throw a shoe at ’em. Those days were a special kind of frightening, which now makes me laugh.
I never thought I’d like to associate with opossums. One night, the first time my daughters came close-up with an opossum, one of the girls grabbed an iron skillet, swung it like a bat, and hit it in the head, only for the opossum to hiss at her and appear unimpressed with her swing. The girls ran away screaming. They now laugh, and feel guilty for hitting it. I enjoy seeing the babies run around. Last winter, I opened my front door, a baby was on the porch and it got startled. I tried to soothe it by saying, “It’s okay little guy…” And the poor thing got even more frightened. It jumped toward the steps, landed on its head and then it tumbled to the ground. My girls still tease me about being cruel to babies. I don’t touch those critters, but I do put food out for them in the winter.
We now have an armadillo that lives on the property. We’ve seen it a few times, but it doesn’t try to come near us or invade our living areas. People say bobcats live in the area, but we’ve never heard nor seen any.
The cabin we’re in has attracted one female cat. She’s been under it a couple times to leave her kittens. She had a total of seven, we were able to rescue five. She vanished with the other two after we took the five. Out of the five kittens, four boys and one is a girl. My three daughters divided them. I get to keep the dogs.
The dogs are: My Good Boy and the two wild pups, one pup is crazy nervous and his brother is totally chill. My good boy loves a routine. He used to wait around to see what I was going to do next, but since the pups, who were abandoned and starved, joined us, my Good Boy rolls his eyes and does his best to sleep in. The pups, now fully grown and fat, enjoy tag-teaming Good Boy, who usually allows them to win, as long as they play nice. I have to watch the three, so that they don’t get too rough with each other, because as they try to determine who’s boss, I have to remind them that I am. They don’t mind. They love me. LOVE me. The new fight is about who gets to sleep with me. Good Boy sleeps at my feet, Nervous Boy sleeps under my bed, and Chill dude sleeps on the floor beside my bed. Good Boy is a very strong dog, Pit bull and Sheppard mix. The pups are Collie and, everyone thinks Husky mix. They’re mutts who have been emotionally and physically harmed due to starvation. They’re cute a lovable, but will eat anything, especially cardboard. They love paper products. It’s like they can’t help it. They’re not food aggressive, but they are obsessed with eating.
All three dogs hate a neighbor of mine. He came over to talk, one too many times. When the pups figured out where he lived, they’d go over and bark at him in his own yard. Good Boy caught onto the fun, and has did that to him once. The dogs are kept behind a fence now. My neighbor is afraid of Good Boy, says he will shoot him if he trespasses again. Good Boy is a scary dog. He has a bark and a look that makes him seem like Cujo. My neighbor hasn’t come over since he realized that Good Boy will follow him to his own property. I’m fine with that. My Cujo is a big sweetie. Yeah, he’ll eat your chickens and chase you off my property, but he’s my angel, and I love him.
Oh, and I’ve gone back to college. I’m working on getting my Masters. I’m not going to say in what. 🙂
I just bought this domain. I have many plans with it.
I hope you all are doing well and that you are enjoying being the artist you want to be.
Happy creating.
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