I picked up my saxophone for the first time in *mumble* years. The only music I have is from when I was doing my minor in college and it’s very pretty walls of sixteenth notes and double sharps. I think I understand why I didn’t play much after graduation.

Okay, but what if I didn't market myself and someone just magically discovered me and decided to bankroll all of my craziest ideas?

I'm so close to finishing this draft, but the end of every scene necessitates one more, additional scene.

My current WIP is 81,000 words, which feels significant because I’m still on my first draft and it usually takes me a couple passes to break 80k.

Music update: the toddler is really into Thick as a Brick, like, really into it. I haven’t seen him rock out this hard before.

I think I'm starting to understand Bluesky, but the more I understand the more I want to nuke my account and start over from scratch.

I can feel my attention span healing every time I watch Mr Rogers’ Neighborhood with the toddler.

It’s not that I don’t have opinions or feelings about current events, I just have a rule that I don’t post anything while dysregulated, and, well, *gestures at world*

I agree with my opinion that we need more neurodivergent romances. I question my decision to be the one to help solve the problem, but so it goes.

I’m liable to meltdown if one more things goes wrong/not according to plan, and that is not a place you want to be with a toddler.

The real tragedy of AI is all the creatives named Al who are being boycotted due to working in sans serif fonts.

The difference between a regular creator and an auteur is that no one is surprised when the auteur turns out to be an asshole.

I wish I could see potential ASD representation in a series and go “yay, that’s exciting” but no, instead I’m assessing all the potential red flags to guess how it could go wrong. Either my brain needs to chill or people need to do better, probably both.

The toddler is starting to have opinions on books. I handed him one at the library and he said “I’m not feeling this one” and handed it back.

Nothing better than finding a well polished gem of outsider art.

I’m finding it increasingly tempting to self publish, mainly because I want to work with someone on designing a cover.

A less talked about part of autism is that I don’t interpret emojis the same way allistic people do. It’s always fun when my wife gets home, pulls up a text and goes “what exactly do you think this means?”

There are two kinds of board game players: those who plan their turn while the others are playing to keep the game moving and everyone else at the table.

My in-laws tend to just take whatever recommendations my wife gives them for gifts for me. This occasionally results in them giving me something completely incongruous to who they are. My favorite was a collected edition of The Metabarons last year.

I got the last few volumes of Blame! for Christmas, which means I’m due for a reread.

It’s Christmas Eve and I’m with family but my brain has been in writing mode all day and I’m having a hell of a time turning it off.

Are there really people who can read before bed? It always amps me up instead of calming me down.

Really appreciate my writing accountability group for letting me channel my pre-flight anxiety into shouting about the differences between modernism, post-modernism, and meta-modernism for nearly an hour.

Not to brag, but I just made a twenty dollar donation to my local library. I had to if I wanted to check out more books, but I like to think I keep my overdue books out of the goodness of my heart.

Everyone says to kill your darlings to improve your writing, but then you do it and they all go “how could you do that to your wife?” And now, I don’t even have time to write anymore.

I really want to play a dungeon crawler rpg. I need recommendations so I can do something other than my n^th play through of Etrian Odyssey.

The toddler has figured out that mom and dad have names, which he always pulls out for his most out of pocket statements.

Oh hey, I have a science-fantasy-folktale short story I lapsed on submitting places. I even got some slush reader feedback I can use. Let's see...

You know you're to deep in an auteur's body of work when you read their worst story and don't even notice the complete lack of setup or forshadowing for a major revelation because said revelation is too on brand not to have seen coming.

So glad I discovered @hellitself.bsky.social I told my most recent story that it has four more submissions before I send it to hell and it promised to try harder to get published.

To set the record straight: yes, children do spontaneously say wise sounding things about universal love or taxes. This does not come from small children being wise-mind Buddha’s, it’s because they are tiny Eldritch entities whose every synaptic pathway is a non-Euclidean nightmare.

Go listen to Pachinko by The Moron Police. I just broke a two month social media hiatus so I could recommend it, it's that's good.

Microsoft helpfully reminded me that Windows 10 is about to lose support AND my free Office365 is about to end. It's like they want me to move to Linux.

Tis nearly autumn, the time when folks start posting pictures of snails and I have to keep myself from replying ‘effervescent’ ten times a day

My favorite genre of picture book is ‘small child and dog wander across baby’s first Hieronymus Bosch landscape’

I hate it when Wizards designs cards that “solve” an interesting and creative commander theme. This design reached its apex in Spiderman. Guy in a Chair ruins my people in chairs deck. It feels so cheap when you’re no longer designing a deck, and instead Wizards it designing cards for your deck.

Actually got jumpscared when I saw the full Pachinko album on the Moron Police iTunes page. It isn’t out but for a second I was heart stoppingly excited.

You know who fascinates me? Sticker vandals. Who are these mysterious people putting stickers on the backs of stop signs or utility boxes? Do they buy a bunch of one kind of sticker or have a selection to pick from depending on their mood? So many questions, so few answers.

I’ve started reading the Foxfire books before bed, in what is being called the most dad move of the year

Another monster spotted in my hometown

I once heard reference to David Bowie throwing a synthesizer down a staircase to see what it would sound like afterwards. I can’t find any record of this which makes me think it didn’t happen. But is this a known apocryphal story, or did I hallucinate it? I need to know…

Are there still kids out there who’s uncles “work at Nintendo” or is that a casualty of the internet age?

Nothing is more painful than reading aloud a picture book that opens with rhyming lines then never rhymes again

I’m starting a new writing project, hopefully there’s a market for “like Gene Wolfe but with less Christian allegory and more pronouns”

The library is hiring a new children’s librarian and is having try out storytimes for the candidates. I feel bad for them, Miss B has set the bar for OC library storytime very high.

Escaflowne has some amazing world designs and art but holy cow, this is the first anime I’ve watched where the dub has been distractingly bad.

Realized today that the toddler calls the car “home” because half the time we get in it I’m saying “let’s go home.”

I keep seeing an ad for a walking app that tracks your steps on a map of Middle Earth. I would try it, but only if there’s a Dune tie in that requires you to walk without rhythm or it will reset your steps.

Someone is drawing little monsters and hiding them around town. It makes my day every time I find one.

Anyone else ever notice how post-scarcity societies (everyone has infinite funkopops) are utopian coded but post-want societies (no one is interested in funkopops) are dystopian coded?