Hey friends. Throughout the course of the day I’ve gotten more than a few concerned emails asking about the error messages showing up for the post I published earlier, and, well, the embarrassing answer to this conundrum is— My finger slipped. I did not, in fact, mean to publish that post. So if you got [...]
Author: Sarah Baran
Child of God ➸ INTJ ➸ Word Weaver ➸ Paint Splatterer ➸ Incompetent Blogger ➸ Idealistic Cynic ➸ Sarcasm Queen
What a Time to Be Alive // thoughts of hope for a helpless generation
Do you know what hiraeth means? It's a longing, a desperate search for a place that doesn't exist anymore, and maybe never did. When I was young, I felt it for the worlds between pages I held so dear – Narnia, Middle-Earth, the Ashtown estate. When I was older, I felt it for my worlds, [...]
Sixteen Somethings from a Sarcastic Year // 2020 wrap-up
I recognize that no one cares, and thus I will forego the anticipated jokes about hindsight being 2020 and WWIII. Friends, we're alive. And despite the fact that the world's imminent implosion is beginning to look less like a joke and more like reality, I'd just like to say that neither rain, shine, nor communism [...]
Thoughts for a Fading Year
Ah, 2020. The year from the void. Over the past week, I've seen so many people laugh about shaking the dust of it off their feet as they charge into the New Year, hoping 2021 brings them better luck than its unfortunate predecessor. That makes me sad. No, I'm not going to enrage the population [...]
How to Be a Horrible Artist // a step-by-step guide
No one in the history of ever has wanted to be a horrible artist. Regardless, I'm still going to teach you. (You can thank me later.) In all honesty, my dear naive padawan, this is really just a prolonged and interminable sales pitch to try and connive you into buying my art, because yes, I'm [...]
Musings of Paint and Pizza // an art dump
Whaddup, humans.The last time I did an art post was… an embarrassingly long time ago. (Thirteen months, to be exact.) The amount of art I’ve done since then is also… well, embarrassing. I haven’t arted much. Must be covid’s fault.(When in doubt, blame covid. Every irresponsible decision I’ve ever made is covid’s fault.)Flipping through my [...]
The Qualifications of a YA Protagonist // do I belong in a book?
So I turned 19 last month. It feels exactly the same way 18 does, but if a bearded stranger in a hood doesn’t ask me to join him on a mysterious quest at some point this year, imma sue some authors. This is my last chance to be a YA heroine. I'm NOT missing it. [...]
Happy Bloggabirthday to Everyone // an internet scavenger hunt
(You can thank me for inventing yet another unpronounceable word.) Well hello, my humans! Three years ago, this internet train-wreck crashed into my life, turning me into a psycho blogging zombie and changing the world forever. Although actually, that's not entirely true. If we're being technical, my blog turned 3 waaay back in February. I [...]
Plants, Polka, and Persistent Chaos // a cup of randomness
Top o' the morning to ya, friends! Guess whose birthday is in two days? *gasp* Me! My birthday is in two days! (If you said Benedict Cumberbatch, you are also correct, but between the two of us I'm clearly more important.) Birthdays aside, be ye warned -- this post has neither structure or purpose. It [...]
The Sound of Silence // a preptober prompts story
S'up, my people! Remember that weird little AU of my novel I wrote for Preptober Prompts (way back in October, yikes), where Liriel & Co. endured all sorts of over-dramatic calamities in the modern world? The last installment ended on a bit of a cliff-hanger, but I never had the time to finish it. Well, [...]
