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As this year finally draws to a close, I want to take a moment to thank each and every one of you for being part of this little corner of my universe.

Whether you’ve read, shared, or liked anything I've written you’ve been part of the warmth and light that makes the spoonieverse so special. Thank you.

This is my last post of the year on this account, but it isn’t goodbye! As we sail into 2025, my focus is shifting. You can still find me and all the spoonie-related stories, musings, and bookish adventures over at @linnealucifer and at:

🥞 Substack: linnealucifer.substack.com

📧 Mailing list: subscribepage.io/linnealucifer

📖 Facebook, Instagram, & Threads: @linnealucifer

Here's wishing you a Yuletide filled with the things and people that truly matter to you. May the season bring you warmth, comfort, and a sprinkle of magic. Take care of yourself, and I’ll see you on the other side of the calendar.

Much love,

Linn 🌟

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Because We're Stronger Together

I'm not just a spoonie, or a wheeler - I'm a pirate captain!

My ship is moored at @resilienceqd and you'll find me in the captain's quarters @linnealucifer. 

Welcome!

The shipping forecast for 2025 is rather grim, so I'm battening down the hatches and stocking up for the incoming storms.

I'm no longer separating my content into themed accounts. If you're drawn to the high seas and want to board my ship, come see us @resilienceqd. 

Over at my main account, @linnealucifer, you'll get the sweet'n'spicy spoonie author, the flaming pirate captain, the Scandi Saga, and the irreverent chaos pet all rolled into one.

Wanna weather the storms with me?

Welcome Aboard!

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Scandi Ambassador to the Nine Realms

I take my duties as the Scandi ambassador to the Nine Realms seriously. Wherever I go, I make sure to spread the word about fika and mys (not hygge!) and how important these two concepts are to the soul.

I've written a whole series of posts about mys and how to level up the mys factor in your life. Here's a snippet from the first article in my mys series:

"But mys isn’t just for humans. It’s a philosophy that extends to all members of the household, furry and not-so-furry alike. Hel’s Bellz, my kangarottercat doggo, has adopted the practice with the enthusiasm of a seasoned Northener. She claims the warmest patch of the bed as her own, snoring away like a percolator, and tries to push me to the side to give her more space. Even our grumpy bumblebear, Bartholomew, appreciates the dimmed lights and gentle sound of my audiobook. He hums to the tone of the narrator’s voice and his wings flutter along in a slow, meditative rhythm.

"My Sundays, like all mys moments in my life, are about recharging and replenishing. It's a chance to (re)connect with yourself and/or each other and remind youtlrself of your reasons to keep going. I’ve made Sir Bear reconnect with his Scandi roots, and he’s just as hooked on mys as I am now. He’ll dance around the kitchen in one of his feather boas, singing along to whatever playlist he’s currently inspired by, while he's whipping up some tasty treats for a mys night. The only thing we're missing right now is a mini spa. I think we'll have to see if we can't get one set up in the new bathroom. If, indeed, we’re getting a new bathroom. Tragically, it's not the easiest thing to get fitted on a pirate ship."

To read more about mys and all the characters I'm sailing the seven seas of storytelling with, pop over to my main account, @linnealucifer here, or find me on Instagram, Threads, and Facebook.

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Coming Soon: Linn's Lexit, Act II

When I launched Linn's Lexit I already knew that it would take more than one move to get me to my happily ever after. If there is such a thing.

My first priority was to get out of London as the cost of living crisis was sucking the bone marrow out of me. Every month was a balancing act and every letter felt like a potential dagger to my heart. That's no way to live, but beggars can't be choosers.

It took me two years of scrimping, begging, planning, prepping, flogging, and praying for a kottam miracle to get to where I am right now. I have no energy left for another move, and yet it's already time to start planning for the next step. 

By the looks of things, 2025 is shaping up to be a complete shitstorm. That's why I'm death cleaning again. Shaping up the ship and setting a new course for the next five years. 

In January, it's time to start working on Linn's Lexit, Act II. But first, we have the yuletide to look forward to.

This year, I'm really looking forward to it.

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Entering My Healing Era

Last year, as I was working on my Lexitstrategy to get out of London, I started a ko-fi account. Ko-fi, in case you didn't know, is a platform not unlike Patreon. It gives you an opportunity to have a shop front, set up a membership system, accept donations, and share things you're working on.

I've always tried to keep my disability separate from my creative work. It seemed like the right thing to do at a time when I didn't want politics to be a part of my writing. In retrospect, I can't believe I fell for it. I've always said there's no person on earth as easy to fool as yourself, so I really should have known better.

Life is political. Books, art, housing, food, accessibility, love, family, sexuality, migration, money, work, gender, reproductive rights, healthcare - I could go on forever but you get the drift. It's all politics!

I've spliced myself into pieces to fit in without taking up too much space. I've compartmentalised my life enough that the different sides of me could take turns running the show and accepting the beatings. But I think I've finally had enough.

As I'm about to embark on my next five-year adventure, one thing is very clear to me. This is my healing era. I think I'm finally ready to be unapologetically me. It'll take some getting used to, but as with everything else - intention matters.

You heard it here first. To tag along to Act II - hop over to @linnealucifer where I'll be posting more from December onwards.

You can also find me on Ko-Fi and Substack.

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Where Do You Store Your Memories?

Imagine stepping into a story where you are the main character. No longer just supporting cast, but the protagonist steering the ship. That’s where I found myself this year—a strange, bittersweet, yet oddly liberating place to be.

Writing, for me, is like cooking without a recipe. My ingredients? Memories, emotions, and the whispers of characters who refuse to stay quiet. Like Finn, who appeared uninvited last year, pulling me into her grief-filled world. Together, we processed loss, love, and the weight of holding on too tightly to the past.

I​n this new chapter of life, I’m learning to let go of what doesn’t belong and embracing what remains. The memories. The moments. The magic that fuels my stories.

So, now I'm curious: ✨ What fuels your creativity? ✨ What stories make your heart race and your soul sing? ✨ Where do you store the unforgettable moments of your past?

The full story is up on my Substack, Linn’s Writing Nook. Join me there for a proper deep dive into grief, growth, and the secret sauce that makes our stories unique.

//Linnea

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Breaking News. Kinda.

So, the breaking news is that I won't be posting much to this account in 2025. Not that I ever have, but there's a difference between not getting around to something and deciding not to do something. Right?

I'm taking this as an ​opportunity to plug my newsletter. It's a brilliant way of staying in touch. You can find me in Linn's Writing Nook (linnealucifer.substack.com) or subscribe to my mailing list subscribepage.io/linnslexit - both will keep you in the loop.

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Disabled and chronically ill people are allowed to enjoy things and do things they like (if they’re able) while still being sick and disabled. Yes, even if they aren’t employed. Hope this helps.

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Where Do You Store Your Memories?

Imagine stepping into a story where you are the main character. No longer just supporting cast, but the protagonist steering the ship. That’s where I found myself this year—a strange, bittersweet, yet oddly liberating place to be.

Writing, for me, is like cooking without a recipe. My ingredients? Memories, emotions, and the whispers of characters who refuse to stay quiet. Like Finn, who appeared uninvited last year, pulling me into her grief-filled world. Together, we processed loss, love, and the weight of holding on too tightly to the past.

I​n this new chapter of life, I’m learning to let go of what doesn’t belong and embracing what remains. The memories. The moments. The magic that fuels my stories.

So, now I'm curious: ✨ What fuels your creativity? ✨ What stories make your heart race and your soul sing? ✨ Where do you store the unforgettable moments of your past?

The full story is up on my Substack, Linn’s Writing Nook. Join me there for a proper deep dive into grief, growth, and the secret sauce that makes our stories unique.

//Linnea

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Home Sweet Home

The road was long and the winds were rough, but I did find a new home in the end. It's not my happily ever after, but it is warm, dry, and ​almost completely accessible.

For the past eight months, most of my time has been spent resting and slowly, slowly turning this place into a cosy home. I haven't been able to write much, but I'm finally connecting with my characters again. It gives me hope for 2025.

Now, ​I'm trying to break out of my social media slump and get myself set up for whatever the new years throws at us. As a part of that process, I've decided to let this account rest for the foreseeable future.

​I k​now I haven't exactly overexerted myself to keep it active this year, but it feels better somehow to let it rest intentionally than to never get around to post when I feel like I should.

So what happens now?

Well, the account is still here and I'm not saying I won't ever post here again.

But ...

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Linn's Lore: Goals, Dreams, and Spoonie Strength

Can you believe we’re already a week deep into 2024? I hope this first Sunday gave you a gentle start and that you’re ready for some söndagsmys. See, I’d like to invite you to one of my favourite corners of this world. Isn’t it beautiful here under my tree? Sir Bear made this space for me so I would have a place to contemplate our stories, reflect on whatever life throws our way, and enjoy the simple joys of being. 

I like to sit here and work on something I call Linn's Lore. It’s a diary of sorts, but nothing like the Ship’s Log I keep as the Captain of the Resilience. No, my Lorebook is personal, sometimes even private, and it’s where I can be myself and talk about my life as a spoonie author. Where I can dream, plan, and deep-dive into as many rabbit holes as I like in search of inspiration and knowledge. Today, I’ve got a nice pot of tea and a gorgeous apple cake, and I was thinking we could share them and have a chat about new beginnings, New Year’s resolutions, and the delicate universe we have created here in the space between dreams and reality.

New Year’s resolutions – they’re a bit like a double-edged sword, aren’t they? One side whispers, nay sings, of new beginnings and transformation. The other speaks, rather bluntly, of past failures and resolutions unfulfilled. As someone living with the daily complexities of chronic illness, I've learned to view resolutions not as rigid goals, but as my North Star, gently illuminating a path that's kind to both my aspirations and realities. And I’ve also taught myself that resolutions don’t have to be chores. You can add as many fun and uplifting things as you like - it’s your list!

This year, after a few years of only picking a single goal, I've boldly set my sights on a whole constellation of them. Well, why the heck not, I thought to myself when I sat here chewing the back of my pen. I’ve had the same goal for so long and now that things are beginning to pick up speed I feel like it’s sink-or-swim time. Some of my goals are private, but of the ones I can share, each one is shining its own light on us. In 2024, my goals are to:

Double My Writer's Income: This is a challenge, for sure, and it may sound like a shallow one at that, but hear me out. I’ve not been able to talk about this before, and I’m not going into detail today, but the long and short of it is that 2023 was the first year I made a small sum of money in book royalties. My primary goal is for our stories to reach more hearts and minds, but my secondary goal is to build something that can help me sustain an independent lifestyle as a disabled author. I am frugal and I don’t need much, so I believe this is a SMART goal.

Release 12 New Books: Some stories are waiting to be told, others are waiting to be edited, and I have been a pretty ynklig pet for most of 2023. This year something’s gotta give and I have to believe we will find a way out of here. I write with my Sir Bear. All my stories are his and all his stories are mine. In this world we have created we are one. Between us, 12 books (four of mine, four of his, and four from the Libertalia pipeline) should not be an unreasonable goal, but it all hinges on goal number 3.

Move Into a New Home: The Resilience is my spiritual home, and my heart has found a home in a sweet and very protective Sea Bear. However, as much as I love me ship and me Quartermaster, I do need a place to stay on this peculiar island that has been my home for the past two decades. This is yet another topic I’ve not been able to talk about, but you better believe I’m like a pressure cooker inside and shit wants out.

Focus on Health and Well-being: I need to see a dentist, I need new glasses, and I need to continue the work to find out what’s going on in my stomach. I need to get my meds sorted, and I really need to find a way to get some fresh air on a regular basis. It may not sound as much, but each of these smaller goals is a huge step towards an improved standard of living.

Listen to an Audiobook/Week: I don’t know if this one needs any further explanations, really. I will try to review at least half of them and I’ve made some templates to make it easier to post about it on my socials. For the longest time, I’ve been so bad at posting reviews that it’s almost shameful, but we’ll try to do better this year. I actually have the first short one ready to go. A solid 3-star read that I would love to share with my sidekick later this year.

Get My Crafting Back On: I can’t even begin to explain how much I miss my craft stash. It was boxed up for the better part of last year and it still is. Another reason I desperately need a new home. Sure, impending homelessness is a bigger concern, but sweet baby Fenrir I miss the creative process, the meditative headspace, and the joy of seeing my work find homes in other people’s lives.

Cook and Eat: I can’t even remember when I last cooked something, because of reasons, and I can’t tell you how badly I want to try new foods. Every flavour is a story and there are so many I need to consume. I have this dream, and yes this is more of a dream than a goal, but I would really love to be able to cook with my keeper again. Imagine if I got a new home that was accessible. Imagine a kitchen I could get in and out of. Imagine rooms I could get in and out of! I don’t have much ork on the best of days, but maybe, if we started small, I could…

Get Some Fresh Air: We don’t have it in London, but the dream is to move north and rumour has it people can breathe up there. After close to four years locked up in COVID isolation (yes, some of us are still shielding!) even a quick gulp of fresh air each day to remind myself of the world's vast beauty is something I dream of. And maybe this is the year it will be possible.

Do Something Fun Each Day: This is something of a mantra for me. I am a firm believer in mys, fun, love and faith as the four cornerstones of life. I am blessed in that I get to do the things I love and enjoy every day, but the goal for this year is to do more things I haven’t done before, and more things I’ve not been able to do for a long time. 

As a spoonie author, these goals are meant to lift my spirits and improve my quality of life. They are also my acts of defiance against the constraints of chronic illness and disability. Each day I write, each story I tell, is a testament to my resilience. To the power of my Resilience. In sharing this personal journey with you, I hope I can give you more than just a glimpse of my world. I would very much like to be the person who can hold up a mirror where you can see the reflection of your own resilience. 

If you are a normie who loves to read and/or write, I welcome you to step aboard my ship and sail into the vast unchartered waters we’ll be exploring this year with me. 

If you are a spoonie who loves to read and/or write, I welcome you to enter the vast parallel universe of the unwell with me. You can board my ship and move freely between our worlds.

If you don’t like to read and/or write, you are still welcome to my fikastunder here in this Sunday sanctuary of mine.

Whoever you are, whatever path led you here today, let’s step, roll, or jump into this new year together. May this be a place where our stories can intertwine, where our dreams can get a voice, and where, despite the challenges ahead of us, we can continue to create our own reality, one word, one breath at a time.

Until we meet again, may your days be filled with mys, love, fun, and faith. 

Love always,

//Linn

P.S. 

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HOW TO HANDLE A BULLY? To be honest, I hate that I even have to ask that question. Somehow, I foolishly thought there would be an age where people transformed into fully functioning adults and put the playground antics to rest. How naïve of me…

No area of adult life is completely free from despicable human beings, but I’m sad to say I believe they are over-represented in the Spoonieverse.  I don’t think there’s a spoonie alive who has been allowed to live their life without being subjected to verbal or physical abuse or general meanness. And not only from complete strangers I might add.

Is it possible to learn how to identify a bully? And if so, how can we use that information to protect ourselves? I think the answer to both those questions is yes.

What do you think?