I spent my whole life living out of boxes, sleeping on couches, even when I lived my parents. To have a space of my own means more than words can express.

I cleaned my office instead of writing yesterday. And got a barstool for my cat so she would let me have my chair.
It didn't work.

I have a story posting to @crystallake.bsky.social's Shallow Waters contest this month. This one is a good one, folks. The theme is April Fools, and my story is a dark look at OCD and how it can turn a person's world into a nightmare. I hope you like it.

Jump into the Lake. The water's just right.

That's my name in this book!

This is how my daughter signs all her work, it is a cat's paw with toe beans surrounding a winking skull-shaped paw pad, and it's pretty great.

Fuck that Nazi piece of shit

That's my name in an actual table of contents in an actual, physical book.

Huge 48" x 60" oil painting by my wife.

Stitched a few hats today.

An embroidery patch, deconstructed.