Laylabsposts - Let Me Write In Peace

It would be remiss of me, as an English history blog, not to post the goings-on of the Handforth parish town council.

WORDS TO USE INSTEAD OF: RUN / RAN

Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “run” (or “ran”) in your writing? Try using these words instead:

sprint / sprinted

dash / dashed

dart / darted

bolt / bolted

race / raced

speed / sped

hurry / hurried

jog / jogged

bound / bounded

hustle / hustled

scurry / scurried

tear / tore

rush / rushed

charge / charged

barrel / barreled

zoom / zoomed

scuttle / scuttled

scamper / scampered

book it / booked it

leg it / legged it

Read this if you like sea shanties!

Since we’re all vibing to sea shanties right now, can I share a few of my favorite ren faire bands? I’ve been blessed to see all these folks perform live at my home faire, and they could all use the extra support right now.

The ren faire circuit got hit hard by covid, and most rennies have been out of work since the pandemic started, so if you want to get your Ye Olde Jam On, consider these artists:

Jig to a Milestone (Celtic Folk & Americana) Facebook | YouTube | SoundCloud | Spotify

Just Desserts Singing Wenches (Bawdy A Capella) Facebook | Website | Bandcamp | YouTube | Spotify

Empty Hats (Celtic Folk & Sea Shanties) Website | Facebook | Spotify

The New Minstrel Revue (Folk) Facebook | Spotify | Bandcamp

Lady Victoria (Instrumental Hammered Dulcimer) Facebook | YouTube | Website | Bandcamp

The Harper and the Minstrel (Celtic & Folk) Facebook | Website

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it's been a while

Halloween scare reddie x daughter

summary: can you do a reddie x daughter, halloween w the losers edition?

A/N: I’m sorry it’s so short, I hope you still like it though! 

Ellie bit from her candy covered apple, hurrying to wipe away a piece of chocolate that broke off from the rest of the snack and onto her costume, hoping her dad hadn’t caught on. A quick peek up proved that he hadn’t, to busy gripping her hand so tightly her skin turned white around the pressure. Her pops, on her other side, was holding onto her shoulder, talking with uncle Stan, ushering her closer any time Ellie slightly stayed from his side.

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Spanish Flu, 1918. Family Portrait.

Me writing at three a.m.:

Me after waking up four hours later, sleep-deprived, eyes bloodshot, one eyelid twitching as I stare at an incomprehensible doc filled with word nonsense:

EXCUSE ME???