I guess the story arc I'm writing is just...life.
Isn't science fiction supposed to be about the future? Isn't it?
The answer to "Can I do this?" is always "Yes."
I thought about making my own header image, but I happened upon this one, and I have a cube thing, so here we are.
Somewhere ahead of me is "new normal," but I can't see it yet, so I don't know what it looks like.
I miss you, strangers at Wendy's.
It wears you down, doesn't it? Little things you didn't even know you valued.
If I want to be able to draw the way I draw in my head, I'll draw the damn circles.
It always comes back to the personal, doesn't it?
I've learned that dreams can cripple you. But maybe only if you let them.