I’m in a writers’ group that meets on Zoom, though before the pandemic we met in person. Every week, we do a writing prompt: someone gives a page number, and our organizer picks a word from a huge dictionary. We write for five minutes. …

I’m in a writers’ group that meets on Zoom, though before the pandemic we met in person. Every week, we do a writing prompt: someone gives a page number, and our organizer picks a word from a huge dictionary. We write for five minutes. …

I’m in a writers’ group that meets on Zoom, though before the pandemic we met in person. Every week, we do a writing prompt: someone gives a page number, and our organizer picks a word from a huge dictionary. In this example, the word is: foist.

A bookshop window, but not the bookshop I pictured.

The supervisor told me…

Is it safe to come out of hiding yet? Nope.

I have absolutely never had interest in giving birth. I am in my fifties and have always been consistent about this. It sounds like an utterly horrifying and entirely unnecessary ordeal.

Plus… gross. Pregnancy reminds me of Alien. Bullies who harassed me for not being a breeder are parasitic enough.

TW: sexism, transphobia

Vita is astonished.

I just recalled something worthy of a vomit emoji and countless eyerolls an old cis straight white male said in my writer’s group’s latest meeting. It’s every Tuesday, and I’m referring to this Tuesday. If only I were articulate and ready for shit like that. …

Here’s a photo from the 90s. (It’s my calico cat, Cosette.) Even this photo is newer than the album.

It’s the 30th anniversary of Tori Amos’s album Little Earthquakes.

That means my CD is 30 years old. I listened to it today, and while the CD case was dusty and slightly cracked, the CD still plays. The first time I heard it, I was an undergraduate and was mesmerized…

In future, whenever someone seems abnormally envious and/or competitive, I shall ghost them.

Like a shy cat, I want to go hide from aggressive humans.

Chapter 9 of Communion: The Female Search for Love by bell hooks brings up envy and competition. According to hooks, it’s extremely common for women in patriarchal society — even feminist women — to envy other women…

One of my tentative resolutions was going to be: “Try to stop changing the lyrics of every song to variations on, ‘Chop, chop, chop! Chop up misogynists!’” But about an hour after midnight, I began reading Men to Avoid in Art and Life by Nicole Tersigni. I looked up from…

This isn’t from the wine club. I purchased suffragist wine at a local winery celebrating the 100th anniversary of the 19th Amendment.

When I bought a house in 2016, I looked around and thought, “This house is big enough to throw parties.” Never mind that I’d dumped a narcissistic sociopath and moved to a strange city where I know nobody. In addition, thanks to that narcissistic sociopath, I dreaded making new friends……

While I worked on one of the mixed media (acrylic paints & magazine clippings) “Jaded Empath Manifesto” art pieces, I changed my mind about the second sentence.

The piece states, “I’m not interested in the warped version of me you invented for your malicious entertainment. I write my story now.”

S. E. Wigget

I mostly write fiction, especially paranormal and historical fantasy, under either S. E. Wigget or Susan E. Wigget. I live with cats.

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