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post-nerdcon: stories check-in, pop culture con, and nanowrimo

hello, everyone!

i have finally emerged from my post-nerdcon: stories collapse!  (it involves living in a blanket-fort, being trapped by a very angry murder-machine, ordering supplies, and being super-behind in ALL THE THINGS, so it’s super-exciting but imperative because cons are a lot a lot of emotional labor as well as physical and mental labor.  my spoons:  they are few and far betweeeeeeeeeeeen.)

gentle reminder:  if y’all saw anything at nerdcon–or, really, any cons that y’all have attended that i’ve been at–that you have a MIGHTY NEED for and it’s not up on my storenvy or etsy, just send me an email, and i will ensure that your MIGHTY NEED is filled.

or, if you’ve found yourself needing one of my pieces as a shirt of something, let me know, and i can clean it up and post it to my redbubble.

i’m also going to be changing my patreon rewards up, so they’ll be coming down for a bit while i re-sort them.

now, to the actually important stuff!

first things the first, nerdcon: stories was excellent, and there is even noises that we might get a third one, so DO NOT GIVE UP HOPE.

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“It will be fun. I swear.”

After last week’s post, it seems that the consensus is that my theme for my sketchbook for The Fiction Project should be my new little unnamed friends series.  It seems like it’s going to be a bestiary; I’m thinking about calling it The Bestiary of Unnamed Creatures and combine the bestiary aspect of the sketchbook with a Virgil wandering the Underworld travel-log ala Dante’s Inferno.


And I have loads of little friends for it too.  I’m up to four completed sketches and three more ideas just kicking around.  Some of the text too.


The working text for this little guy is:

“Like Byatt’s “The Thing in the Forest” from The Little Black Book of Stories, these creatures literally move through their environment–slinking, slithering, pulsating, and subdividing.


Like cellular mitosis but with pain.  Yet, do we know that there is no pain in cellular mitosis.  Do the mitochondria scream when they are torn asunder?  Do the cilia ache when they remember that they once belonged to another entity?


There are worlds upon worlds at the micro-level–how can we know?  Maybe this little creature is but the unrecognized mitochondria of another, larger being?”


The other new guy’s working text is:


“They are tiny blobs of hot air, dirigibles of dragonfly elegance.  Pretension is their stock and trade.


They, ginormous in their iteration, glide through mangrove swamps filled with slinking crocodilians–preying upon the unsuspecting denizens, enveloping them in their yearning, bilious membranes.”


They keep multiplying, and they’re starting to become the very flora that creatures are wandering in–an environment that is a sentient as the creatures within it.


There seems to be something rather scary going on their.


All we need know is an iteration of the brainweasels in there.

*flails uselessly*

So, because I am evidently incompetent in regards to web-programming, we might not be moving.  I’m going to get a book later to see if I can figure out what I’ve done and what I can do to fix my lack-of-smart.  If that doesn’t work, I’m going to find myself a class on web design.




I guess I can’t be good at everything, can I?


But!  I have been working on the initial drawings for the a scrump installation that I hope will be the primary focus of the Neville Public Museum residency if I get it.  If not, there will be more scrump trying to take over the world.


That should be worrisome, right?


And, because I love her work, Mandy Greer.  Go check her out!  She makes large scale handicraft-integrated installations and wearable, performative pieces.  Garish and organic and totally graby-hands making, her work totally obliterates the distinction between craft and art. <3