Aurora Kelly

Now who could’ve predicted I would drop off the face of the Earth after about two months of posting diligently? It’s the same pattern with social media, journaling, clean eating, and just about every hobby I’ve ever touched (don’t ask me about my sourdough starter). I apologize for my absence. And the inevitable next one.

That doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing anything. With the help of the WIPSnip Bluesky page, I’ve been doing some slight promotion of my work. I haven’t made any progress on my audiobook, due to a bout of bronchitis which I haven’t had since I was ten. But, I have been chipping away at The Gossip and The Guest, something that brings me peace to say after the hiccups I mentioned previously. The research is still interrupting the process and having accurate diverse people does mean that everyday I encounter an unforeseen roadblock, but I’m back to looking forward to discovering what my characters are up to each day. A delightful departure from dreading mistakes like I was a month ago.

On non-writing related activities, I’m thrilled to usher in the beginning of gardening season. It has been on the forefront of my mind for weeks now. Which of course, as indicated above, likely means the second it’s finally time to start plunging my hands in that loamy soil, I will have negative will to do so. But for now, I’m greedily watching the progress of my early seedlings, moving them here and there and asking them to stop emulating supermodels as there’s only problems ahead if they continue to get so leggy.

I have also taken baby steps into the ocean of making a costume for the NJ Ren Faire in June. It was wonderful to craft something that came pretty damn close to my vision. However, now I have to operate under the assumption that nothing else I construct will meet my expectations, for such is the nature of my crafting. I am espeically leery of the corsetry aspect of my design, even more so as I have cleverly realized that if I make it just right, I can repurpose it later in the year when I convince my partner to attend the Yule festivities at the PA Ren Faire grounds for the first time. But hey, no pressure, right?

Now that I have assured those concerned that I am not dead, and confirmed that my voice is recovered by belting the entirety of Chappell Roan’s The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess while making dinner last night, I’m off to record some more of my terrible, wonderful, somehow how it was always meant to be enjoyed audiobook.