I’ve decided I’m going to start doing weekly updates on here, at the very least.

Feast is enjoying its second draft at a healthy 2200 words, a bouncing baby clone. I want to have it done by next week’s update, if just to have it out the door and out of my head. My final self-imposed deadline is the 15th.

Ideas have been flowing thick and fast for Dirty Eyes, can’t wait to get started on that next. Weekends might be for a tipsy face-first dive into something new, like Rapunzel or some horror short. I feel better when I’m spraying my creative juices all over the place.

Day job is okay. Effy is good, I told her that I’m booked in to get her “pawtrait” inked on my forearm this month, and she described the news as as “mlau.”