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grief: an evolving process
Over breakfast, I read the first chapter of a book about what it’s like to be a person who works on dictionaries. “This is interesting,” I thought to myself, and bought the whole book. And then I had the sad thought that if she was still alive, this was totally a book I’d have recommended to my mother - I grew up in a house full of books, with one ( Read more... ) -
How To Write Gooder
A while back someone on Tumblr asked me how to get better at writing. This is what I replied.
It’s been sitting in a text editor window ever since. I decided to post it here before closing it and consigning it to the aether forever.
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Read.
Read great stuff. Read garbage. Read stuff everyone says is garbage even though they sell a ton. Read stuff ( Read more... ) -
Pillow Pile again.
Yesterday morning, I woke up with a thought in my head: it's time to stop sleeping in the pillow pile.
Last night I found myself missing it terribly. Stretching out on a flat surface feels weird now. There's nothing against my back. It's colder in my bedroom than on the living room. And a lot less generally cozy - I've put a little more effort ( Read more... ) -
How To An Illustrator: Distant Mountains
Another answer to a technique question from Reddit: Here's a fast way to make a bunch of mountains fading into clouds in Illustrator. There are others; this is the way I'd do it.
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the dream of the abrupt ending
So I was in a dream, looking for a broomstick with which to combat this guy who keept trying to take stuff off my dinner plate with his fork, as you do in dreams, when I flipped the light switch a couple of times.
There was an electric BZOWNF sound and everything went dark. Not all at once, there was a very quick left to right transition of, like ( Read more... ) -
Some thoughts about the Pillow Pile sleeping mode.
For the past few weeks I've been sleeping in the living room, on the giant beanbag chair with a bunch of pillows. Big pillows, little pillows, pretty much every pillow that feels nice against my naked skin has migrated to this nest.
Some things I have noticed:
* I like kind of being in a bit of a trench, with pillows pressed against my front and ( Read more... ) -
My First Worldest Problem Ever
As I was sitting in the coffee shop in Westlake Center drawing Absinthe, my handheld keyboard started acting wonky. Probably because it ran out of power. It’s impossible to tell if it’s out of battery because Windows doesn’t show the power level of Bluetooth devices like my Mac does, but experience has taught me this is usually why it misbehaves.
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a thing that drives me mad
This Friday, I sauntered on down to the nearest branch of my bank with the intent of doing the wire transfer for the second half of the payment for Rita 3 and the omnibus. When I got there, I was told that I couldn’t do it, as East Coast business hours were over and for some unknown reason they won’t do it then. And they won’t even take all the ( Read more... )
