(leaning over and whispering to you an hour into the scooby doo movie) you can hear the dog talking too right
I am bringing a little bottle of my late dog’s ashes to sprinkle over Goblin Valley, where I have never been but which I am sure she would have liked. I am taking her as many places as I can I booped my new dog, Star, with a little dusting of Annie. and now they have met
ignoring an emotional deluge that inevitably I am forced to write about is an essential part of my creative process
Finishing a game of Old World is emotionally draining. Now what? [Start Mission: Indulge in Revelry]
evolution really hit a bullseye turning “cute” into a trait worth protecting across the animal kingdom
when the american dirt bullshit blew up in 2020, i got so mad that it propelled me to finish the novel i was working on. then i turned around and sold it at auction in a major deal. so, mi gente--you know what to do. get mad. stay mad. and keep writing.
paying a composer to write some leitmotifs associated with healthy behaviors to prompt me to remember to do them...for instance i'd be ignoring all the cups cans glasses and mugs on my desk until i hear the orchestra i've also hired playing Cleaning Up the Empty Vessels (Reprise)
