Man, dreams were great when I was younger. They were insane and fun and had great atmosphere. Most of my dreams as an adult are alternately about boring things or nightmares about things happening to other people I am responsible
Tuesday took a distressing turn around these parts, so I’ve not felt up to doing much these last few days. I did draw you a Landsquid though. I’m not sure whether we’ll be back on Tuesday or not. Thank you.
A few weeks back we talked about getting back into podcasts, and I mentioned three I was listening to and enjoying. Well, squiders, the whole thing has been a mistake. By which I mean, it’s become a huge time sink.
Here’s a question. How do you go to two writing meetings at the same time? Or, perhaps more pressing, why would I schedule two writing meetings at the same time? Well, the answer to that is easy, and that is
I like podcasts, squiders, at least in theory. The biggest issue is finding time to listen to them (or remembering to listen to them). I don’t commute, so I don’t have transportation time. Sometimes I’ll remember to turn one on
I got a disturbing email from one of the other authors I follow, Holly Lisle, this morning, concerning Patreon. We all know Patreon, right? It gives people the ability to give some amount of money to creators (musicians, artists, writers,
You’ve been traveling all day. The road is dusty, and long, and it’s been hours since you’ve seen another soul. It’s getting late, and the thought of sleeping on the ground and potentially getting eaten by wolves is unappealing. Finally,
Nobody had school on Monday, so while my instinct is to distract them with things they can do themselves unsupervised (admittedly not much) so I could do some writing, I decided to be a decent parent and plan a craft