sup, world.

Welcome to Hip To Be Snark! I'm S. Specifically, the S of supernaturalsnark, wherein I bitch about Supernatural, television and sometimes political related buffoonery. I have now moved onto posting about other things and I feel like a blog called Supernatural Snark should be what it is. Except for when it isn't but, whatever. I will leave any … Continue reading sup, world.


The Audience of One

So perhaps we should keep writing for the sake of that one person for whom one of our stories may have a significant, helpful impact.

Word to this. Insightful post!

Is Narnia All There Is?

Would you continue to write if you were never able to get your novels and stories published?  Would you write if you decided to self-publish and only sold a few hundred? A score?  Ten? Would you write if only a few family and friends read the stories, but they genuinely enjoyed them? What if only one person read them, but that one person was profoundly moved or encouraged by them, and remembered them – and re-read them – throughout their life?

I have a drawing on the wall of my office, bought at an art exhibition in Shropshire about ten years ago. It is a precise, unusual pen and ink sketch of some rocks and a wall and a few houses at Harland Quay in Devon. Hubby doesn’t understand why I like it, but I can see that the artist is, like me, fascinated by the intricacies of weathered layers…

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song lyric sunday – flower in a field of weeds

This week's prompt is falling otherwise known as an excuse to post a Billy Talent songs. Have I mentioned how much I adore my Canadian husbands? This is one of my favourite songs of all time.  Billy Talent - Surrender She reads a book from across the street Waiting for someone that she'll never meet Talk over … Continue reading song lyric sunday – flower in a field of weeds


Welcome all. Apparently the freezing cold weather hasn't been for nothing. We officially have snow in the UK... yaay? I'm not going to knock snow but it's pointless when you're not in school or if it snows over the weekend. Life still goes on. It's still fucking freezing. Residential areas are still a bitch to … Continue reading #61

just friends

Written for ~ #LyricalFictionFriday ~ Please check it out and join in! "It makes no sense to be falling…you’ve got her, I’ve got him, should not even be calling…” It was the little things that made me question our friendship. The way he laughed at my jokes, the way his eyes lit up when he saw me. … Continue reading just friends

Open Letters #13-14

Day 13: Letter to your body Dear Body, It's winter which means months of crippling back pain! YAY! It's not like we were just getting out of that sweat sweat sweat phase or anything. Ugh. Anyway, so I see that you are not responding to pain medication, body. Please fix this. Hot water bottles can … Continue reading Open Letters #13-14

reserve your judgement for a cactus

You know the story. There are two people speaking in another language and you're there next to them wondering what the fuck they're saying. I don't bother fretting over that anymore. However, one day this stupid person was bitching about me at work in a different language, but I knew she was. The absolutely filthy … Continue reading reserve your judgement for a cactus