Elon ruined X. A villain where a visionary should’ve stood. I’m gone. Account closed.

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Thanks for not fixing the world while I was away. Or breaking it more. Hard to tell these days. Back on home turf, catching up, coffee in hand, words incoming. Let’s see what’s left to salvage. ✍️☕ It's almost Friday. #StoicWriter #CoffeeFirst.

Sigh. It’s 5AM. Am I tired? Yeah. But I’m up, writing, because the future’s still unwritten, and someone’s gotta hold the pen. Today, I package the manuscript and send it into the void. Who’s with me? ✍️☕.#Writing #DawnShiftDrafts #StoicWriter #5AmWritersClub.

Just got my first full manuscript request. Trying to stay cool. But my inner child is screaming, my adult self is sweating, and my imposter syndrome just threw up in the corner. I forgot how to breathe. Send help. Or more coffee.

Heat warning. World’s unraveling. Naturally, I decided to outline the final chapters of my novel. Because what better time to finish fiction than while reality melts?.#AmWriting #DystopiaFuel #CoffeeIsMyThermostat #StoicWriter.

The week slipped sideways. That’s fine. Stoics don’t measure progress in perfection. The mug is hot, the World chaos is loud, and I’m still here. I'm writing, you should too. #StoicWriter #WritersLife #CoffeeAndConsequence.

Mug’s full. Brain’s not. Trump’s riding high on transphobia and war drums, he’s auditioning for a Bond villain reboot. G7 felt like hope. Now it’s ICE and fire again. I’m staring at my draft like it’ll save us. It won’t. I’ll keep writing anyway. #WritingThroughIt #StoicWriter.

Trump’s finally out of Canada. Said he’d stop WW3, then acted like he’s auditioning to start it. Claimed we’d be better off as part of the US. We’re not. We won’t be. AC’s on, coffee’s strong, and I’m writing like that’s still freedom. ☕🔥.#StoicWriter #NoGoldenDome #WritingLife.

Trump wants Russia back in G7, like inviting fire to a drought. So, NO. He bailed before Zelensky made eye contact. Just found out protein coffee exists. I’m outlining the final 10 chapters of this epic instead. Control what you can. ☕.#FinalDraftEnergy #WritingLife #StoicWriter.

Cool morning. Coffee’s hot. Weekend was solid, words down, weeds cleared. But I’m watching the world spiral while Trump lurks G7 like a bad sequel. The writing? That’s the part I control. So I will. ✍️☕️.#StoicWriter #GlobalDistractions #WritingLife.

LOL. Trump's little parade drew dozens, mostly family, maybe a dog. Meanwhile, the real America marched, many soaked in rain and defiance. I’m watching, writing, caffeinated. Happy Father’s Day to the dads who raise thinkers, not followers. ☕✍️.#NoKingsDay #Writing #StoicWriter.

Trump’s out there stroking his ego in a dictator cosplay parade. I’m not watching. I’m writing. For those protesting, be safe. Our hearts are with you. The world sees you. Some of us choose to build something better. Quietly. Steadily. ☕✍️.#StoicWriter #Resist #Writer.

The world’s spiraling, senators detained, planes down, war churns on cue. Trump isn’t stirring the chaos, he is the catalyst. But my coffee still brews. Entropy may win eventually. It shouldn't. But not this morning. My fingers still type. ☕📖.#StoicWriter #EntropyWatch #Writing.

9 chapters in and just finished outlining Part II of my dystopian novel. The resistance is coming into focus, quiet, bitter, real, maybe too real. Now: yard work, sigh. Fires in Canada, fear in the U.S., stay safe out there. From heat, from hate, from sanctioned cruelty.

The North burns, the inbox smolders, and Americans say “cope.” We are. With edits, coffee, and a lungful of maple-scented smoke. Meanwhile, Trump fans LA’s tinderbox. I write, I wheeze, I persist. ☕🔥✍️.#StoicWriter #SmokeSeason #AmWriting.

Ukrainian soldiers find bird’s nest woven from fiber optic cable, leftover from FPV drones. The land is strung with a spiderweb of war.#DroneWar #Ukraine #StandWithUkraine.

Smoke hangs like the inbox, full of rejections, but at least they wrote back, thanks. Son’s friends crashed on the floor, yard’s quiet, guilt’s gone. The work still calls. I answer, with coffee and stubborn resolve. #StoicWriter #SlowBurnSeason #WritingLife #AmWriting.

Late start. Another smoky morning. Unit stand down last night. Today’s op: drive the youngest, battle the lawn, and avoid neighbourly side-eye. Creativity’s on leave, caffeine’s still enlisted. ☕️🌫 #AmParenting #SmokeScreenDays #StoicWriter.

Bitter brew but coffee’s hot. The world’s on fire. Trump’s back on tariffs. The NDP’s playing chicken with stability. Russia needs a dictionary, terrorism isn’t “whoever fights back.”. We write. We endure. And yes, we stand with Ukraine. ☕️✍️.#StoicWriter #AmWriting #Coffee.