And it’s looking to kick ass and take names. I’m not sure what we’ll do with the names once we take them, but there will be ass-kicking. And possibly cookies and punch.

I have been asked to contribute to a new blog called Stories That Must Not Die. It’s a sort of replacement for the extinct Black Box Warnings. “A safe space for our hardest stories.”

STMND (Not quite as catchy of an abbreviation as BBW or TOC) was started by our lovely Rarasaur. She might not be with us for a while, so we’ll carry on as best we can without her.

Speaking of Rarasaur, show some RAWRlove over at Queen Creative, please. It doesn’t even have to be cold hard cash; they’re even accepting love in the form of nuts and meat. Send nuts! I dare you!

I was a contributing author at both Black Box Warnings and The Outlier Collective and it honestly pissed my Wheaties that both of those sites disappeared over some interpersonal drama. They were both safe places where people could tell their deepest darkest secrets and they are both gone.

In my post for Black Box Warnings, I wrote about domestic violence. At The Outlier Collective, I talked about body image issues. On my TOC post, there was a girl who read it and decided to get help for her anorexia. I was able to directly impact someone by sharing my words and that has never happened to me before or since. It’s all gone now and that’s just wrong.

Anyway, we have a lot of cooks in the kitchen over at STMND and I’m only one of them. Some of the cooks I know well and there are others with whom I have only passing familiarity, but they were all chosen by Rarasaur, so they’re all good people (except for me).

I haven’t written anything over there yet because I’m a fan of structure and deadlines, and we haven’t had a meeting to discuss how this will work. Or maybe they did and I wasn’t invited. Without structure, I just sit here twiddling my thumbs. Do-dee-do.

When I post over there, I’ll let you know. For now, check it out and follow, please. And don’t forget to send nuts.