Don’t Stop Paddling
Am not yet sure if the day is to be trusted. Suspiciously bright and clear. But I know the rain is probably just hiding behind something, waiting to jump out. Continue reading
Am not yet sure if the day is to be trusted. Suspiciously bright and clear. But I know the rain is probably just hiding behind something, waiting to jump out. Continue reading
Long day but got a lot of important work done. Now I am sitting reading internet silliness and explaining carefully to the orange cat why he’s likely to get to sit in my lap longer if he doesn’t stick his claws into me. It’ll all end in tears, of course. And flying cats. Continue reading
It’s been raining for several days. The animals are lining up outside on the off chance I’m building an ark. Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out how high a pile of animals I need to stand on to stay dry. It’ll all work out, one way or another. Continue reading
Me and Annoying Orange, Birthday 2012: “Portrait with Pointy Earsâ€
(Actually, his real name is Jupiter. A.O. is just one of my nicknames for the little assassin — one of the printable ones.) Continue reading
Getting down to the final scenes in the Bobby Dollar first draft. I’m leaning toward saving “Sleeping Late on Judgement Day†for the third volume and calling this one “The Dirty Streets of Heaven.†Continue reading
Well, it’s a relief to know that when I get time to write I can still do it. But poor Bobby Dollar, angel without portfolio, is in a lot of trouble. I wouldn’t want to be one of my characters when I’m in a bad mood. My divorce earned Simon Mooncalf about three months on the wheel of torment. Continue reading