Should I start my own country?

This is a shorter update than the last few. Summer is insane, and I hate the feeling of sweating just by sitting there. I’m too pasty for that shit.

I’m boob-deep in worldbuilding right now. I’ve always kinda half-assed my worldbuilding, relying on hopes and prayers that things would work out if I just kept writing.

Friends, that is folly. It’s like shooting myself in the foot, and then using said foot to stomp on a delicious chocolate cake. Not only was I sabotaging my writing, but denying myself the pleasure that is worldbuilding.

I’m also regretting not paying more attention in high school history class. That shit was boring AF, but I wish I stayed awake long enough (and passed a few less notes) to get a better grasp on systems of government, and and how countries rose and fell.

Resource management, delegation, and rules to keep everyone from killing one another… It’s like running a household, but scaled up.

Seriously, I feel like I could start my own country at this point.

What would I call it? Werewolftopia?

I could make a law that all human citizens must be escorted by an adorable canine at all times. Every full moon will be a holiday, and smoked brisket and coffee will be our national foods (Inigo got his love of gourmet coffee from me, hehe).

If you’d like to join Werewolftopia, submit your application for citizenship, along with a drawing of what you expect to look like in werewolf form.

Please send before I begin Shift edits, because Werewolftopia will be at war with that manuscript, and just won’t have time for any more paperwork.

Her Majesty,
The Queen of Werewolftopia

Reading: All the Dust That Falls
A roomba is summoned to another world by accident, and becomes a god. Well written and hilarious.

Watching: All of Us Are Dead
Okay, I actually finished this recently on Netflix, but it was so good that I’m re-watching with my hubby.

Playing: 7 Days to Die
A favourite for years, it’s an open world crafting game with zombies. Who doesn’t love to kill zombies?

Should I start my own country?

This is a shorter update than the last few. Summer is insane, and I hate the feeling of sweating just by sitting there. I’m too pasty for that shit.

I’m boob-deep in worldbuilding right now. I’ve always kinda half-assed my worldbuilding, relying on hopes and prayers that things would work out if I just kept writing.

Friends, that is folly. It’s like shooting myself in the foot, and then using said foot to stomp on a delicious chocolate cake. Not only was I sabotaging my writing, but denying myself the pleasure that is worldbuilding.

I’m also regretting not paying more attention in high school history class. That shit was boring AF, but I wish I stayed awake long enough (and passed a few less notes) to get a better grasp on systems of government, and and how countries rose and fell.

Resource management, delegation, and rules to keep everyone from killing one another… It’s like running a household, but scaled up.

Seriously, I feel like I could start my own country at this point.

What would I call it? Werewolftopia?

I could make a law that all human citizens must be escorted by an adorable canine at all times. Every full moon will be a holiday, and smoked brisket and coffee will be our national foods (Inigo got his love of gourmet coffee from me, hehe).

If you’d like to join Werewolftopia, submit your application for citizenship, along with a drawing of what you expect to look like in werewolf form.

Please send before I begin Shift edits, because Werewolftopia will be at war with that manuscript, and just won’t have time for any more paperwork.

Her Majesty,
The Queen of Werewolftopia

Reading: All the Dust That Falls
A roomba is summoned to another world by accident, and becomes a god. Well written and hilarious.

Watching: All of Us Are Dead
Okay, I actually finished this recently on Netflix, but it was so good that I’m re-watching with my hubby.

Playing: 7 Days to Die
A favourite for years, it’s an open world crafting game with zombies. Who doesn’t love to kill zombies?