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I know I haven’t written much lately, and I want to assure anyone checking in that it’s not another blog suicide or any other sort of blog-based angst.
It’s just I’m finishing the next Super Airplane book – the same one I’ve been finishing since like July – and it’s taking up [...]
I am not going to make a boring introduction that doesn’t mean anything and is just taking up space.
Like I could be a politician and go, “Well, my grandfather fought in World War II…” and go on for 4500 words about that before making the point, which has nothing to do with that.
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“When you beat me at something, I feel a tangible need to stay up all night smashing things.” [...]
(This is a tiny piece of something I’m messing around with in my spare time.
It was gonna be a screenplay, but 20 pages in I realized nobody would ever, ever make this movie, so I’m trying it as a book.
It’s a civil rights movement piece, and if you’ve read my [...]
I spent about an hour and a half yesterday watching the marathon of the two original V miniseries on SyFy while I worked.
When I was done with that, I stopped pretending to get work done, and instead embraced my wild nostalgia for the subsequent 8.5 hours.
After that, I went and read [...]
So since my surgery I haven’t been allowed to lift at all. Like, I’m not supposed to strain my face.
As such, I’m starting to get brain-slow and feel weak and soft and depressed. I can take walks, but there’s teen angst boiling up inside.
BOIL! BOIL! BOIL AND A BUBBLE! TROUBLE BUBBLE!!!
I’m allowed [...]
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