q log #49: the desire for AI-everything has really opened our eyes to just how many people only want to be narcotized by content rather than engaged with art
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q log #48: forgot how fun drawing was.
q log #47: no job just means more time to practice writing
You know things are rough when you start selling your lifeblood to get by. On the plus side, lives are being saved and bank accounts relieved. On the downside, needles ?
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soon we shall say goodbye to depression, and hello to seasonal depression.
Once again, asking investigators in crime dramas to STOP MOVING AND TOUCHING THE EVIDENCE WITH THEIR BARE HANDS and contaminating every crime scene they wander into.
q log #45: [incoherent screaming]
currently creating a world map for our Very Big Project TM. should have done this fleshing out of the world earlier, but you live and learn.
q log #44: writing is a roller coaster. doing great one sec n zooming along, the next u think everyone hates you bc of exactly one (1) criticism
q log #43: readers are never satisfied so write how you want but also try to always be improving.
one of our aquariums sprung a leak. there goes all that hard work! now we gotta set up a new one AND a temporary enclosure for the plants and critters in there. what a cruddy week.
writers block: unclogged
q log #42: always have your towel handy.
a sweater we once owned had this to proclaim: i'm not weird, i'm gifted. our later comment: yeah, with a touch of the fae, perhaps.
q log #41: life can throw you hardballs from time to time. it helps to remember that the STARS and ATOMS still spin in their inexorable orbits. yup, even after that embarrassing thing you did.
Gonna be jobless in a month, through no fault of our own. What a sucky week, and we're not even halfway through it. What to do, what to do.
Diddly daddly quagmly.
Why are we feeling so gloomy, the octopus wondered. The octopus quickly remembered why: it had forgotten to take its anti-gloom meds that day. "Oh," said the octopus. "Well that explains it". It then took its meds and stopped feeling so dang gloomy.
beginning to think it may be time to admit: we can't write or tell a story for diddly squat -
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