So I've been getting some gentle nudges from my electronic lady-friend,
jodi_davis. Maybe I
should be using my journal more. Part of my problem (I'm in a fractional mode these days) is that I'm sort of like a live-action game of Frogger-- jumping forwardforwardbackleft. Start one thing, like a journal, froggy hop to avoid a truck and never hop back to the lj lilypad.
Thanks for the nudge, lady.
What's been going on?
Double mastectomy. My sister-in-law just joined my personal hall of heroes, a very elite hall who's only residents up until this point were Richard Pryor, The Rock and my
three year old daughter. She had her surgery last week and rocked it hard. Our tribe has been gathered around her medicine hut keeping her in good spirits and making her laugh until it literally hurts.
Boogers. On a less George Clooney era ER note, both of my girls have colds. The three year old's is a steady dripdripdropping of snot. The six-month old is going all Vesuvius with her mucus contributions. She's having a terrible time sleeping. But here's the beautiful thing about my Minnie Mouseketeers, even covered in boogers they're adorable and in such great spirits. Makes feel like an ass monkey when I complain about how tired I am.
I am an ass monkey. oot-oot. scratch-scratch. fling-fling.
Comics. Things are really moving and grooving in this area. Check my technique, bitches...

That's page one of a three page story I'm including in my as of yet unnamed anthology/uber-pitch. The next two stories are already in the artists' hands.
Matthew Weldon, artist on this last story, has signed on to provide art for a seven page superheroes on crack piece and
Federico Zumel will be layingg down some lead for an eight pager called "THE BLACK WAKE"... pirates and
aliens, people. Pirate and aliens.
Children's Book. After month's of eForeplay
otto_germain and I have decided to make a love child. It's called HEROBOT and it's something special. It's like what would happen if Shel Silverstein was really into RoboTech.
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