To quote Rorschach: "I'm not locked here in with you. You're locked in here with me."
My brain to me, everyday.
I've been drinking a lot of coffee and pondering life and the state of world, which means I'm pretty dang depressed, but also hyper. The delivery folks wave at me through the window. They are all lovely with how they deliver my sanity.
From recent reports, Rooster is working on art for FAIREST FLESH, which will be unbelievably rad. Can't wait to experience the outcome. Seeing the spirit of a book become a piece of art is like watching my characters cross over into the material plane.
This week is a week to fall back into a writing schedule which has been upended due to Covid 19 and associated quarantines. While I haven't been on a schedule, I have been writing still, catching moments here and there. Not nearly as much as I would prefer but it has sustained me. Mostly working on short stories that have invaded my thoughts.
Also working on revisions for a previously shelved project, dark fantasy, a modern Korean-American/Celtic take on the world of the fae.
Shelving is like freezing a person before they die in the hope that future technology can cure and revive them. I think I now have the technology.