You don’t walk the wandering wasteland without a compass if you can, and I don’t write as much online as I used to. I stopped writing here, in particular, because the few threads holding me to this place were cut–save Kira; Hi Kira, if you still follow me.
I graduated with a degree, finally, struggling through writing a large and complex book. Still unpublished. Still staring at what needs to happen to be published–editors, for one, are expensive. I’m not sure if Soren deserves to see the light of day. (Random note: I apparently gravitate toward names that start with S for my MCs: Soren, Susursal, Shane, Simon. Woot. Random, I know.)
Staring at Scalar2, a web pub site somewhat similar to ProseBox but with far higher functionality, I wondered how my old ProseBox stuff looked. So I updated a little, changed some things here and there, and perhaps I’ll write more here. Probably not, but who knows? I’m not sure how vibrant this community is. I’m not sure there’s a lot for me to write about.
Grad school for Digital Publishing, unemployed, Path of Exile and Overwatch and Fortnite, currently reading Perdido Street Station, The Road, Robin Hobb’s Assassins series, Dark Nights of the Soul, Old Man’s War. Just finished Autonomous by Annalee Newitz. Really, really solid scifi.
That’s about it. Recovering from some kind of sickness over the summer is a bitch. I’m angry with politics. I’m angry deep. Everything is awful but I’m grateful for Bella, for she is still around and she is awesome.
Edit: Talk about timing and coincidence. My last entry was two years ago TO THIS DAY. I wonder if Oct3 is somehow important.
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