Meghan Taylor

@talonserena.bsky.social

🇨🇦 She/they. 1985 vintage. Artist, writer. Current projects: Prophecy of the Circle (webcomic and future novels) and Alpha Base (WIP - future novels) https://linktr.ee/talonserena Married to @timmcosfur.bsky.social ❤️

Sometimes you have the kinds of nightmares that make you want to just run an all day self-diagnostic. I think that was one of the most gruesomely realistic body horror dreams I’ve ever had. :x Pour quoi??? Body o’ mine: you good??

Weird Sticks are hung! You’re getting an angled shot because I’ll probably spend the next week making small position adjustments since at least one is crooked but I’m not fixing it tonight. The only problem is that making these is kinda fun, so now I need another space that needs something.

A wall of six foot black and turquoise boards, accented in various colors with things glued to them at random.

I actually had to mute a couple of my posts recently because they were getting too many notes, but both were, in spirit, about patience, love, and kindness. Of all the things to pop off. Heck yeah, guys. Keep caring. 💙

Part of it is that I hate to do away with anything that still works, if I can find a way. One day I will get my Handspring from 1999 to sync with my computer again! One day! As for the bottle, the one I have uses an easily replaceable button battery. 👍 The new ones have a charge cable. Lame. 👎

Meghan Taylor@talonserena.bsky.social · 2w ago

Sometimes the cure for a truly brutal week is to tinker with something silly. I have an old HidrateSpark 3 water bottle that I got back in like… 2019? Replaced the battery, updated the firmware, and ta dah! It lights up and tracks my hydration habits once again! That made me stupidly happy.

Now what I could really use at work is desk drawers. My coworkers and I have been living out of floor piles since the “upgrade” and it’s getting a bit silly. I had to repurpose my recycling bin as a kind of plastic-tub bindle.

Sometimes the cure for a truly brutal week is to tinker with something silly. I have an old HidrateSpark 3 water bottle that I got back in like… 2019? Replaced the battery, updated the firmware, and ta dah! It lights up and tracks my hydration habits once again! That made me stupidly happy.

Grateful to the folks in my life who have been checking in to see how I’m doing after I got back home. I haven’t been able to really chat beyond saying thanks and thar I’ll be okay, but man. I really appreciate that they care.

I’ve always been a little strange. I remember when I was a kid, I had more than one of my friends’ mothers decide that I was a bad kid because of simple things like how I would forget to say hello, or couldn’t always talk, or because I’d say or do strange things and get overwhelmed and cry easily.

Right. I should explain: I was away for a week, dealing with Big Life Stuff. I was very quiet leading up to it because the anticipation was worse than the actual events. But they were still big events, and I might cryptically process them as art for a while.

Sometimes writing happens, and sometimes it’s just putting puzzle pieces in order for an hour instead. I untangled a few things, and figured out how I want to connect the next few scenes, so it’s still a victory. 👍