I have a lot of short stories that I've been working on in addition to the erotic thing and what won't be titled Main Character Energy, plus ensuring that I can pivot my life a bit towards where I planned on going when I left uni without a bunch of cunts (including teachers at my son's primary school for those of you saying I could have left) deciding to act in their true nature and take their personality problems and insecurities out on me. As I have to prioritise my short stories right now, posts on here will become a bit few and far while I do that. Plus, I need rest as well.

​And I've been working on visual art, both traditional drawing (haven't found the time to take out the paints yet) and digital. Here's a drawing I've been working on. Prints, etc can be purchased from Redbubble. 

And I still have to work full time. I don't have any leave booked off until my birthday. Here's some seagulls I saw on my way home this past week. Once these short stories are done and sent to where they're meant to be going I'll continue updating Spookypool with both the weird and wonderful urban landscapes and litter. 

I think once the short stories and done and sent to where they're going I will probably need another dose of alone time involving a massage and margaritas before I resume normal posting activity. I am typically a very social person, but sometimes, I just need a few hours to unwind and not do chores or write or even think beyond, "this margarita and these tacos are amazing" or talk to anyone beyond ordering more margaritas. 

The place I go to makes the best margaritas. 

these frozen ones are also amazing. Would have gone down well yesterday but I was stuck doing chores and suffering particularly awful hayfever symptoms. 

Once these short stories are done, I can have more. Don't forget to buy books and leave reviews. 

There is quite a lot happening behind the scenes that isn't related to writing. I'm not ready to reveal what is going on, but shall we take a moment to be thankful that I no longer have in my life the types of people that say stuff like 'you're being negative' when I take steps to prepare for something terrible happening (in this case about 3 years in advance and I've been working quietly on stuff all this time without anyone causing drama or trying to take it away). It means that I am as prepared as I possibly can be for the inevitable. And I started to prepare as soon as I saw the writing on the wall (or terrible karma as that is just easier to explain, as I already said, about 3 years ago). 

However, that combined with writing and combined with art and the toxic cesspit that is social media means that some of my posts might become a bit scarce. Also, I have a life and I like to have time to myself to read or watch the telly. I'm fine unless I state otherwise and if I state otherwise, I have very specific medical instructions designed specially for me and with my input. Trying to get me to deviate from that only creates stress and problems that could have been avoided. No, you are not helpful. You are harmful. When I say I'm not fine, it is so I can have space to put those instructions into place. Not giving me that space is seriously fucking harmful and will likely be the death of me through the strain high levels of stress put on my body. 

​In other news, Crowfield has been free on kindle for half the week. The last day is today (Saturday the 11th of April). And I've also started a new drawing. 

If you did get a free copy of Crowfield, your reviews mean the world to me (even if they're one star because you hated that sensual toad eating scene because it secretly gave you some jollies). Please post them on Amazon, Goodread, your blogs, tell your friends. 

​I have some messages to send now, 2 short stories to write (last 2 of the year I hope) and a roast dinner to cook. Leave reviews. Buy art. Buy books. Tell your friends. 

The plans for this Bank Holiday weekend involve a lot of cleaning and getting out my summer clothes. I'm hoping to have that done today. Groceries will be here this evening. 

Then tomorrow, I need to pick up my prescription and a few bits from the ASDA. After that, my nail lady should be back and I can finally have my nails sorted. If she isn't back, I will need to go elsewhere. As you can see from the picture things are pretty bad.

Following that, I will go to B&M for a few more bits and Zoflora (I'm going to have to use Astonish on my floors today). Then I won't need to leave my house until I leave for work on Tuesday. 
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I have some short stories to write in that time. The erotic thing I've been working on needs a little break so once those short stories are done, I will be writing out some of the Main Character Energy (not the real title) 7 of Cups sequence. But mainly, I will be relaxing. And maybe working on another drawing. Did you see my last one? 

I haven't taken any new pictures this week. My bladder was giving me Hell at the start of it, plus payday so chores, so I didn't really have the mental space to think of it. 

Nothing new to report this week. I'm bloody tired, so there's that, but that isn't new. And I'm obviously not as young as I was when I graduated university and expected people to leave me alone to get on with things rather than wear me down so I end up permanently tired and in poor health (and also poor in general). 

The stories are coming along. I've been mainly focusing on the erotic one. I think I have a title for it now. But I'm not sure. And it'll probably take at least one more draft before the final touches and then sending it to my publisher. Lots more notes for what won't be titled Main Character Energy as well. 

I have yet to look up ghost and time slip stories connected to Parliament Street or Dale Street (I think I've only posted Dale Street photos on my social media). That's got a lot to do with time constraints. 

On weeks like this where there's nothing new to report, I think it is a good idea to remind people that I have bills to pay because that still doesn't seem to get through. Rent has to be paid, regardless as to whether or not I want to live in this house. Then there's the council tax. Student loan repayments (these come directly out of my wages) and there's interest on those so all those years I wasn't allowed to work, the interest grew and considering the sacrifices I made to not take out the full amount, I'm absolutely infuriated by that. Living expenses. My child always needs something. I honestly don't know where people get the idea that I don't have bills. And even if I didn't have bills to pay, there's no reason to create a bunch of problems that these types of people think I should have so they can 'help' me resolve the fantasy problems and I can be grateful for it. Fuck that and fuck the types of people that do that. 

And on that thought, with that reminder, I'm going to go tidy up. I'm skipping the bulk of the chores this week. It would be nice to get this second draft of my erotic story done and I really need rest. I was in so much pain when I arrived home yesterday that my child had to put away the groceries. 

Please enjoy this photo of Albert Dock. 

I have added some new posts, including:

• More information about Main Character Energy (this 7 of Cups sequence is probably going to be the most complex in the story. You can read a little bit about it here. I'll be working on this part while I see to the second draft of the erotic thing I'm writing. 
• ​And pretty much all the other updates are for Spookypool this week. This includes the aftermath of Saint Patrick's Day, Parliament Street road debris, and I've also added some spooky things too, including Parliament Street and St. Luke's (the bombed out church) and a random building. 

If I spent all day updating my website, I would never get anything else done (including reviewing my options regarding work, with no boyfriend (and his so-called friends and family whose opinion was apparently more important than my lived experience), no primary school to deal with (again, their opinion was apparently more important than my lived experience) and very limited contact with my family, I am considerably freer to see if self employment is a feasible option and learn Illustrator, although I'm only exploring right now) and finishing the second draft of that erotic thing I've been working on and I also have a short story to be writing.  Although I did most of the chores last night, I still have laundry to do and roast dinner to cook and I wanted to bake a cake. 

If you decide not to click through to the other updates, you may miss my favourite picture that I've ever taken so I've included it below. As my child said, 'look at them go'. I do intend on having this picture blown up and printed on canvas to hang on the wall. Looking at it has brought me so much joy this past week.

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First week in the new office had some hiccups. I surprisingly found the building okay and the walk isn't too bad. Plus, I can hop onto the bus if I really want (I did use it to get home the other day during a bad storm). We were told the building had a dresscode, so everyone went and purchased new clothes (except me, I only bought new shoes to keep in the office). It seems the new building either does not have a dress code or does not enforce a dress code.

Now, I get it, we're a marketing company. We look like we've just rolled out of bed and might have brushed our teeth (if you're lucky). Marketing and IT are notorious for looking like shit (if you've never seen a marketing or IT department before). But why lie about something as stupid as the building enforcing a strict dress code? Why not say, "We're moving into a much nicer building, let's start dressing in more appropriate clothes."?

Lying is disrespectful and in my particular case, triggering. Whereas the second option, it is respectful and shows employees that they and their input is valued. A really good employer may have even handed out vouchers and given half a day off to go sort ourselves out (possibly with fashion advice, but the thing with marketing is we know what to wear, we just choose not to, I have my questions about IT though). 

I think I was so excited about moving out of that god awful previous building that I let my guard down a bit. Like I know on every level that something isn't right with my employer (this is someone who knowingly put my child's life in danger, me and my son are still dealing with the aftermath and you get manipulated into going into work when you are sick with a high fever because the directors want so many people in the office on any given day). All in all, these 'people' are only people-shaped. They don't seem to have human thought patterns. If I were a Christian, I would say they might be possessed type deal. 

Lesson learned. I was so badly triggered that I couldn't sleep, was vomiting, shaking, etc (like full on, although I've calmed down by following the actual medical advice from a doctor and legal advice from a solicitor) and ended up having to phone in (without sick pay) on the second day. I did speak to management about it and they're going to try to find out what happened.

I know better than to let my guard down with these creatures, so I should have known there would be some catch. I don't like deception and know when I'm being manipulated (as do a lot of people). So I've calmed down (again with the actual medical advice from an actual doctor who knows how to handle people who have a lot of trauma caused by outside stressors and not someone on the internet who thinks they know what is going on because their opinion is evidently more important than my lived experience). 

It won't be smooth sailing from here on out (not with that employer, plus, you know, people have bad days, wake up on the wrong side of bed and as I said, I'm still dealing with the aftermath of the phone policy). But I know not to trust them and not to let my guard down. I am better than this. What I'm telling myself is, there was so much going on at the time (moving an office is hard work). But, I shouldn't get easily triggered again. 

Here's a photo I took on my first walk in. I think that is on Renshaw Street. I'll have to find the name of the building. There's lots of this around Liverpool City Centre. It is a beautiful city, but some of the buildings are crumbling and new ones go up around them. 

I am going to go mop the floors and do laundry and hopefully get a massage now (everything hurts). 

PS following the medical advice I was given in 2016 is now automatic (even if I wasn't allowed to engage in it at the time) as is the legal advice from 2018 and again in 2020 (or 21). However, people telling me what to do when they don't understand the situation causes more problems for me. 

Starting Monday, my entire office will be moved into the city centre. As I'll have to leave a bit earlier, for the first week or so, I won't be posting my usual selfie and post to buy one of my books. You can buy my books without me posting about them daily. You can also leave reviews, tell your friends and share them. And once I get settled into the new office, I will be able to post out books on weekdays (please note, I'm not currently shipping to the USA or the Middle East). 

In terms of the selfies, I used to post 'One Selfie Per Day To Keep The Creeps Away' a few years back. They worked in keeping the real-world creeps away (creeps hate a woman with confidence and they see confidence as something shallow and only decided by appearance so someone who posts a lot of selfies has it). Then I stopped when I started working full time instead of freelancing. I only started posting them again because when I had pneumonia, instead of any sort of love and care, I was arm-chair diagnosed with just about every mental health condition and learning disability I can name. I was already sick without that added stress. Seeing the ills that arm chair diagnosis does to society and experiencing them myself (I was once arm chair diagnosed with social anxiety because I didn't want to be around a bunch of sex offenders, even when I stated I don't want to be around people like that, most functional people don't want to be around sex offenders, the person still persisted), I find that immensely stressful. It does a disservice not just to the person being targeted but to people with the actual condition (imagine someone with actual social anxiety living my life, or being forced to because people in their life believed the bullshit about me having social anxiety and make them do the same sorts of things). It isn't fair on anyone. So, please, be patient, the selfies will be back once I get into a new morning routine. Don't arm chair diagnose me with anything and I am single by choice. If I wasn't, creeping on me wouldn't get you a date (although I am highly likely to phone the police). 

Also, I may not be able to reply to messages until the weekend. I do sometimes reply in the evenings when I'm walking home (if it isn't raining), but that first week or so, I'm just going to want to get home and get dinner. 

As I didn't make it for a massage last week with the extra pay day chaos, I'll probably be going for one next weekend. I'm using this weekend to rest after a fun filled February (except painting the bathroom, that was not fun, that really sucked). There may or may not be website posts next weekend. I'll want my massage, I'll want my roast dinner, it is Mother's Day and in a choice between working on a story or posting on my website, the story is going to win. Then there's the chores. I finished them early this week because I couldn't physically help with the office move due to my back so I've been working from home, which means I sign off work at 16:30, giving me an extra hour or so in the evening. It'll be back to the normal chore schedule, with all the laundry and the tumble dryer next weekend too. Hopefully the weather will be nice so I can hang the laundry out. 

However, there are lots of new posts this week:

• 3-Legged Trolley: A Trilogy of Sorrow
• 7 of Cups and Ace of Cups
• I'm not sure if this is meant to be Baron Samedi
• Bizarros in London
• Plague Doctor

Or, if you miss me that much, buy and read my books. 

Playlist:
Still the same as last week. 

Another one from the weird, partially AI generated Occult Exhibit in Waterloo, London. I think this is meant to be a plague doctor. Much like with Main Character Energy that already had some characters related to items in the exhibit, I already had a plague doctor in my still untitled erotica story. Whether or not this is meant to be a plague doctor, I don't know, but I am choosing of my own free will to see it as such. However, unlike Main Character Energy, this still untitled erotica story doesn't have those just-slightly-off elements. So the plague doctor looks like an actual plague doctor (that is decaying and just crawled out of a pit with a bunch of plague victims and rats with their fleas). 

I'll be deep in working on that story tomorrow. The floors don't need to be washed this week, the bathroom has already been cleaned and apart from my sheets, the laundry is nearly done (probably will wash two loads of clothes tomorrow though and then what towels get used over the weekend on Sunday). This particular story is developing through a series of drafts. Each draft adds more to it. If you read the original Peacock's Pleasure Palace, you know there's a fire. This is after the fire so the first draft is basically beams falling and fireman's foam. 

Payday weekend is always chaos with the groceries and I tend to buy cleaning products in B&M, plus there's usually a trip to Home Bargains in there. Typically, I'll go get a massage as well, but I just didn't have the time this weekend. The house is clean and the stuff is purchased though. 

Then I had to get my pictures from London up. I did forget about my separate bizarro page on here. Over the upcoming weeks, I'll explain the photos and post links to the other bizarros who attended, possibly on the bizarro specific blog. It was a lot of fun. You can also find more of these pictures on my new blog page set up specifically for Main Character Energy. For now, just enjoy the slideshows because that's the best I can do today. 

I did walk along Allerton Road yesterday (my child needed a zipper repaired and there's a clothing repair shop). And what is a trip up that way without stopping in Doogles? 10/10 do recommend. And they finally had a Homer (the pink doughnut, upper left) so I finally was able to try that one. Then I went home, had coffee with my doughnut, mopped the floors (I didn't want to do that) and then went to ASDA for items that I required before the groceries were due to arrive. Eventually my house was clean and roast dinner was had. 

​Please scroll down for some random pictures. 

While waiting to catch my train to London, I either made a friend or someone wanted my breakfast. 

Here he is sitting on me. I did share my breakfast. I do think this particular pigeon had stringfoot, which occurs when string and hair wrap around their feet and toes. It takes hours to cut away, which may explain why it was more willing to sit on me than other pigeons. 

Although there are direct trains between Lime Street and Euston, I do tend to get one with a change (I need to pee and don't like train toilets, usually need to vape and it is just nice to stretch my legs plus it is usually a bit cheaper). I changed at Stafford on the way home and I swear, that station's toilets are haunted. I don't have a picture of that, but here's the platform. In fact, I suspect the nation's train station toilets are haunted. 

I had actually left my house early one day, so I reached the seagulls before they were fed. So many seagulls. However, this will be my last week of seeing these particular ones. The business I work at is finally moving into the city centre, excitement is an understatement. If you follow my social media, posts may be sparse once I'm actually in the new building and until I get used to the change in schedule (may be a few weeks). Nothing is wrong (unless I say otherwise). Just adjusting. I don't like feeling like I always have to do things on a set schedule without people complaining. I have a life beyond social media. And right now, I hate social media (it is the drama and the AI shit, I posted about it a few weeks ago). 

And on that thought, I was going to write something sexy but I think I've earned some telly or reading time while my pulled beef chilli cooks (it smells so nice). Keep checking back over the upcoming weeks as I will get some explanations about the London photos up, maybe add some more and update that bizarro section I forgot about. 

• Reading: still Citadel
• Listening to: still Joy Division (although Main Character Energy has its own playlist which is ever expanding but only has two Coil Songs so far).
• Watching: The Beauty

Why yes, I did enjoy the trip to London, except for the waking up at 5AM part. This was planned and booked months ago. I met up with my fellow bizarro authors who I haven't seen since before the lock-downs. 

I don't know how I managed to make it into Waterloo for a 12:15 reservation, but I did. I rode on the Underground by myself too (but the Northern line isn't that deep and it was only a few stops on one train). After we had meals and drinks, we went to view a graffiti tunnel. That was really fun. While in the tunnel, we found a weird Occult exhibit. Parts of it were clearly AI generated and in the nature of AI, not quite accurate. I do think that might have been my favourite part though. It tied in nicely with what won't be titled Main Character Energy, the setting of which is just that bit off. Then we tried to find another pub, but Six Nations was on so everywhere was packed. Then it was time for me to head home. At Euston, I paid £13.40 for a coffee, lemonade and cinnamon roll. I needed that coffee to get home though. 

Below the picture is a slide show of London. 

A small selection of pictures from London. If we weren't bizarro writers, we might have demanded our money back for the exhibit, but we are.