The owls are not what they seem.
In which I ramble on in a vaguely panicked haze about pushing flats, more adventures with mud, and discovering that I’m colorblind.
In which I talk about the mucky road underfoot, ancestry, my favorite YouTuber, and my crazy awesome morning.
In which I complain about how gross I feel, technology being hateful, and then ramble about sympathy pains… for your characters.
In which I talk about haircuts, un-stucking a story, scene describing, and why I keep Brandon around.
In which I talk about being late, crowds, dentists… and Skyrim.
In which I talk about a topic much too serious for the first of April: The night sky, and what it inspires.
In which I am very tired, very grumpy, and rambling about the struggles of being a tiny person where food is concerned.
In which I talk about why I do what I do, and get dive-bombed by a broadwing hawk.
… and the occasional low-flying aircraft.