Chekhov's Murder Hornets
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Chekhov's Murder Hornets
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The Midnight Baker Who Bakes at Midnight. She/her (they/m in a pinch), religion: cake. Baked devotionals and other offbeat stuff at feraltomatoes.com. No worries, my existence infuriates me too.
I tell readers I'd always rather find a thoughtful reason for things to stay than a hasty reason to rip them out. Problem is, sometimes you end up spending half an hour looking for where you used a particular line you want to illustrate and find out you had to cut it.
December 3, 2025 at 12:04 AM
You can probably guess exactly where I said to the screen "Yes, he absolutely fucking did."
December 1, 2025 at 6:19 AM
Um. ...Can you make an homage to a story you've never read?
November 30, 2025 at 8:50 PM
This is good, actually.

It means they don't understand what defeat looks like.

And they'll do their victory dance as the lava closes over their heads, and those who have a chance to comprehend that they have, in fact, lost, won't be able to grasp the concept at all.
November 30, 2025 at 1:27 AM
I still call my flour/sugar canisters and containers of baking soda/powder "reagent jars," even though I don't observe perfect protocol.
November 26, 2025 at 12:50 AM
I learned this word in high school, along with many other classmates, because one of us was unfortunate enough to have it for a last name and obnoxious enough to get the bullies to use a dictionary. I hope he's long since exercised his right to change it.
November 25, 2025 at 7:37 PM
I always think it increases my enjoyment, but when I think about it afterward I often end up having missed a lot of the story in my pursuit of figuring things out. Which is entirely on me, and now that I know I do it, I've been making a conscious effort to just read.
November 25, 2025 at 4:03 PM
Been dreading this for years...
November 25, 2025 at 3:55 PM
One oven at my grandparents' broke one year, so half the meal was cooked in their ancient, tiny microwave. Sweet potatoes with pecans and marshmallows...came out looking like a dirty slime monster. Nobody wanted to touch it but me.
November 25, 2025 at 2:26 AM
Perhaps more importantly, for me at least: I've been more ruthless in deleting emails now that they're all showing up and being harder to ignore. Makes it easier to decide what I ought to move to a more intentful account and what should stay with the pressed ham.
November 24, 2025 at 7:41 PM
Guitar for me! Left side needs to be regularly shorn, right side needs to be evaluated for ridge wear (they split, so I have to keep ahead of them). Also crochet and the occasional bout of embroidery/sewing. *high five*
November 24, 2025 at 3:41 AM