Tiny Buffalo
My feline office mate, who might have been created for me by Sartre in No Exit mood, insisted I play something about cats. He didn’t know how FONKY it was going to be. Continue reading
My feline office mate, who might have been created for me by Sartre in No Exit mood, insisted I play something about cats. He didn’t know how FONKY it was going to be. Continue reading
Tad’s mood for the night: Dubious. Thinking of bacon. Continue reading
This is really interesting. I’ve never felt the slightest pressure about anything I’ve ever written before, but the response to the announcement of the new Osten Ard books has been so nice that I’m even more determined to make the new ones worthy, and even slightly worried about it. I don’t want to make a Jar-Jar out of things. Continue reading
Oh my OMG. I love these. I am a bad person. There, I admitted it. I guarantee that unless you are some kind of saint, at least one of these will make you laugh really loud. Help me. I’m a monster. Continue reading
There is more to me than horror clowns and monkeys and alien baby dolls, you guys. Sometimes I go outside by myself. Today I ate a sandwich. Continue reading
Several of you have seen and shared the news that, yes, I am returning to Osten Ard for a series of books called (collectively) “The Last King of Osten Ard”. Continue reading