Yesterday I wrote… something. Small thing, that goes hand in hand with what other stuff I’ve written creatively here lately. Not a story. Just a scene. A piece of whatever. Since it was the Little Byrd and her grandmother characters[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“But it’s not fair!” Esther was sitting in her chair on the front porch, sipping some iced tea. “Uh-huh,” she called back in through the screen door at Little Byrd. “You’re just taking Amanda’s word for it!” A slow sip[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Site looks weird. This is what happens when you take a few days off. Look, it’s been a rough week. I fudged my way through the weekend without writing, and that’s on me. But Sunday night, ’round 2am, Erin got[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I guess I’m going to be 49 soon. It’s not wearing on me as much as I would normally expect it to. Turning 49, and ultimately 50 next year, is more about the idea that I have another birthday, which[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I read an article today about a comic creator that suggested some ways to fix the comic book industry (in America). Basically it calls out that the industry is driven strictly towards an audience of Adult Males that have been[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I read someone today mention something about the Stephanie Meyer book that is from… Edward? Is that the name of the vampire guy? From his perspective. And how they felt that the book was disappointing because it painted him with[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
One thing Levi and i talked about the other night is if the October Drawing Prompts thing would work as a writing prompt as well. We looked at comparing what this was to NaNoWriMo, and which is conceivably more difficult.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Levi is considering his options for doing the October Drawing Challenge That Shall Not Be Named. The new list came out and I guess it was disappointing. I don’t know what goes into making such a list because I don’t[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I hit my breaking point. Friday was it. Then Saturday. And finally Sunday. I can’t remember too much of Friday. I know work ended, I laid back on my massaging chair, the only real semi-comfortable piece of furniture up here[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I keep coming to Skwerl to see if Phil has written today. Not to judge him. I just like to see when he does. I know he’s got sort of a split creativity pallet so he could be drawing, could[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
