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After several hours listening to an AI clone of my voice, constantly judging whether it’s hitting quite the right note, I find I feel weird when I actually speak out loud, because I’m still in the habit of carefully monitoring & judging my voice. It makes everything sound weird.

Brain: let’s put a Taylor Swift song on loop!

Me: you mean get a song stuck in my head?

Brain: how about one where she rhymes with “legendary”! Continue reading “Legendary Boysenberry”

The Walk (2015) is an incredible movie and also extremely, weirdly stressful given that I knew it would end just fine. I still spent the final third of the movie completely knotted up with tension. I would definitely not have wanted to see it in the theater.

I’ve written 151 poems in the month and a half since my publisher dropped me.

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I finally got all the poems I’ve been writing and scattering to the winds of social media properly backed up and archived on my Deep Sky Anchor site. So, next up is an editing pass on my book Voyage of the Wanderlust, so it can go up for pre-order. Then illustrating another book!

It kinda feels like Taylor Swift’s song “Marjorie” is about the Fringe episode “One Night in October,” where memories of a woman named Marjorie are the only thing keeping a man from being a serial killer… and then the memories are removed, but the effect on him is still there.

The 16-year-old: “When things annoy me, I like to joke to myself that my suffering will make me a great artist. For instance, someday I could be famous for writing the hit single, “I Have to Make Myself Breakfast and It’s Not Fair.””

Me away from my computer for two weeks: ha ha! I’ll write a bunch of poems every day and scatter them across social medias like DANDELION FLUFF ON THE WIND

Me back at my computer: dammit, I have a ridiculous number of poems to hunt down and properly archive

That feeling when you were about to fall asleep, and suddenly, you’re struck with the whimsical desire to see a rhino with cute little feathery wings… and now you can, because AI is awesome.

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Going for a ride today. Continue reading “Surviving a Much Too Long Car Ride”

When I first met Trugo, I was eleven, and I was thinking about how I’d always wished I had an imaginary friend…

The moment that the inherent paradox occurred to me, Trugo walked up.  I was getting hot chocolate in the lobby of a hotel in Ashland, where my family was visiting to see several plays.  He was a river otter one inch taller than me and one week older who loves hot and sour soup and anything with shrimp in it.  We’ve been friends ever since.  When I don’t need him, he travels the world, but he can be back in a flash.  And he helped me finish my first novel by playing the part of Trugger.