The release of Wind and Truth has really thrown a wrench into my writing routine. I can't put the dang thing down.

Ollie is enjoying the beautiful day out.

God I hate mosquitos. It's a beautiful day and I just want to do some writing outside, but I'm under constant attack from the world's most evil dust mite.

So sick of working for performatively "progressive" capitalist monstrosities. Around every corner is another promise of how much they care about you, but the moment you need any help outside the lines, they are more than happy to avert their eyes as you faceplant into the painful gravel of poverty.

Anyone else suffer from "social media stage fright"? I never feel like my random thoughts are worth posting online, and just end up posting nothing. Aaah.

here’s a comic about ❤️being kind❤️