I mean, like, welcome to the party (for…a given value thereof, I guess), I’m Moran, your friendly neighborhood paranoid person. *waves* Imaginary party hats are on the left, imaginary top hats are on the right if that’s more your thing. Help yourselves.
But like all humor aside, I’m kind of dying to know why you’re all here?
Hey? Welcome to the party, I guess, please have a party hat. Forgive my random blogging at all hours, eclectic tastes, and occasional tirades about medicine.
Feel free to tell me what made you decide to follow me, though! (I’m a little too curious for my own good.)
*fumbles awkwardly with glasses* ARE YOU REALLY SURE ABOUT THIS, GUYS?
The other night I had a dream that there had been some kind of apocalyptic disaster and everyone was running around trying not to die and my glasses had been lost. I am a goddamn mole–I can barely see six inches in front of my face. So dream-me sort of accidentally rebuilt society during the Epic Search for Prescription Lenses. I literally had a dream about rebuilding a post-apocalypse society just so I could have a pair of glasses, and the horrifying part is that it’s actually something I would do. Like “yeah, I’m sorry that the apocalypse happened and all, but come on, guys, priorities.”
This has been a PSA about how Moran is absolute trash.
BECAUSE I DO. IN CASE YOU HADN’T GUESSED, IT’S A FUCKTON. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT SPEAK WORD COUNT, THAT IS OVER TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY PAGES, SINGLE SPACED SIZE TWELVE FONT.
Anyway, the point to that is that I just hit 200,000 words in the novel I’m writing (which is my baby and the goddamn bane of my existence) and I feel like I’ve slain a fucking dragon with nothing but a pointy stick.
Hey, sweeties, I’m new to Tumblr and I have legit no clue what I’m doing. And let me tell you a thing: I am shit with tags and I know that some people need me to not be shit with tags. But I don’t really know what should and shouldn’t be tagged with trigger warnings (see: new to Tumblr) and I want to make sure everyone who follows me is as comfortable as possible. So if you need me to tag something that I haven’t been tagging, please tell me, and I will do my best to make sure that I do. I’ve been in situations where the littlest things would send me spiraling, I know the feeling, I’m just not sure how to protect you from it. So tell me what to tag, I’ll tag it, and I’ll learn how to Tumblr. Sound good?
Vodka Tia Moran