Year Thirteen

    *blows dust off keyboard* Welp, here we are, thirteen years in. You wouldn’t know it from how much I’ve written in this past year, but yes, I assure you I am still alive. Or still breathing, at least. I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed to see that last year I was hoping to write more in the future and I actually wrote less. Oh well, maybe this year. I dunno. As always, check out Dunno’s sister site as well, The Gallery of Me, which also has an Instagram account. Throes of Life, too (even though Teodora and I have more or less given up on it). 🎉 In its first years, I called Dunno a companion for my soul and…

  • Trick or Treat

    Welp, it’s been two years since the last chapter in this series. This is also going to be the final one, you’ll see at the end why that is (you’ll know if you’ve read the ‘Storm’ series before). I’ve also…

  • Year Twelve

    Twelve years here at Clueless HQ and we’re still standing. The past year’s been pretty quiet, and not always necessarily in a good way. But that’s behind us now. I haven’t been doing much writing lately, but I’d very much…

  • Senile Butterflies

    I coughed up a butterfly the other day, much to my surprise. I didn’t even recognize it, didn’t even know its name. I asked it who it belonged to and it couldn’t even tell me. Did it forget? How long…