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29 January 2025 @ 01:28 pm


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14 July 2016 @ 11:30 am
Okay so I'm not at LJ much ...due to time constraints, I can't be though I miss it and really wish I could devote the time to it like I used to. Focusing on my author career and trying to launch that independantly leaves me little time for art or all the projects I used to have under my belt. *epic sadness*

(Not that I regret a bit of my artsy years, as those **hobbyist skills** are now paying off in a tremendous fashion for me. Who knew that all that time beta-ing my friends work would help with my own-- coming in fresh, I can spot a typo at a 1000 yards. And those oh-so-early Rafe Temple sites from Geocities have paved the way for me to build and maintain my own website today).

Not to digress ... if you want to read my blog and buy my books, find me here @ cjconnellybooks.com

For those who don't know, my projects include a contemporary parody series that riffs on pop culture and fandoms tropes, as well as an upcoming children's series about a magical zoo. Eventually, I have a modern fairytale series bubbling on the back burner to join the trio.

I'd be thrilled to bits if you wanted to keep up with my books and join my newsletter. On Social, you can follow me at Twitter: @cjconnellybooks or find me on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/cjconnellybooks/

That's all she wrote, folks!
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29 March 2016 @ 02:22 am
Gakked from @patchworkpress

The Writing/Publication Goals MemeCollapse )
more to look back on where I've been and remind myself what I'm moving towards.
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05 January 2016 @ 04:19 pm

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03 November 2015 @ 03:15 pm
"Okay" seems the word of the moment. It disguises so much that just isn't okay and kicks it beneath the rug. I don't fucking care if there's an elephant down there, honey-- it's the best I can do.

Without naming names- a friend said they were looking for me (in an online sense). First place they checked was LJ but I "hadn't posted since May".

Shockingly, that's true. Hell, I barely remember the socialite, friendly girl of 2010 (wow, only five years ago?) who so cheerfully posted art like there was no tomorrow and had more LJ friends than she could keep up with. It feels like someone else, some other life. I guess I miss it but it's not my life and hasn't been so long I can't remember it beyond a fragment of a dream I had once. I'm a pale ghost of everything she was, and I'm all that's left of her.

I used to have so much to say. I wrote the dreams and beauty in my head down and they overflowed my heart until I had to share them. I wrote in spades and volumes and created without effort. There was passion and belief and joy and hope. Mostly, there was love and belonging both because I was at home in Halflight's magic where I belonged and was loved utterly in me, for me, as myself.

Now, I hold back all that I would say. I despise what is in my head. I don't want to paint you the pain in my soul. Pain turns God's gift of creation into the evils of destruction, and I can't. I can not.

I go on. I work. I eat, sleep, stay on deadline, stay focused. I function as best I can. I help others because focusing on someone else's pain strangely works to shut mine down. And I do my best to compartmentalize the emotions because numbness and forgetfulness is literally the only way I can continue to function.

But I'm alive, in case you're worried. Yes I'm alive. Just-- not up to talking (blogging) much. Maybe later.
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