A Writer’s Constipation
Art & Process
Drawing Board
It’s been a sad week with the death of Michael’s mom, and I’ve been trying to keep busy as a means of distraction (as usual). I use my work like medication and always have. It’s not easy though. It weighs heavily on my mind.
Continue readingStumped
Me, stumped on what to go on about? Well, yes, but I’ll rant anyway. I’m sure this will be long too, because I’ve been in a bad way.
Continue readingNesting, They Call It.
Gemma waits patiently for Michael to return with an early dinner. Little does she know that none of it’s for her.
Site Unseen
Well I’m here and there are no words to describe how beautiful it is. I am dog fucking tired from the move, but it’s hard to complain with views like this.
