Dear Inner Critic, You have got to stop hounding me. Seriously. You have got to stop telling me what to post and what not to post, what readers will like and what they won’t. I am not a child or an idiot. I can friggin’ think for myself, thank you, and I have a writing degree; damn it, let me put it to some use. I’m almost certain that I can post something acceptable, even if it isn’t my best…
I have more baby name books than I care to count, and strangely enough my purchase of them had absolutely nothing to do with naming babies. When I aspired to write for a living, I believed in the power of the name. Every one of my characters had to have a name that meant something specific, something to help characterize the person they were. So it should come as no surprise that in my search for identity I’ve looked up…
Pardon me. I’m distracted. I should be working on other things—a new topsy turvy image, for instance, or even my new art site—but I find myself visiting old haunts and getting involved in group activities. The ultra mainstream hip and trendy blogging netizen might be familiar with An Exquisite Corpse, in which member artists collaborate to create a single image out of four or five, each artist working on his or her own panel without knowing what has gone on…
I am sitting in the back seat, with my mother and her boyfriend up front, when BJ, sitting beside me, leans forward. “Ma, you know what? I had a dream last night, and I called up Art, and I started yelling at him.” “What? What? Why?” “‘Cause I was mad at him, that’s why. He was in my room and throwin’ all my junk around, you know? And you know I ain’t havin’ none of that. I was all like…
I feel generous tonight. You already know what the secret message is, and you know it has something to do with that other entry. So rather than just hide the Cracker Jack prize as an Easter Egg that may or may not be found, I’m posting this as a free-for-all. If you use Illustrator or Freehand, this one’s for you: Illustrator (.ai) files of a few celtic knots that I created when I got bored. .sit (72k) / .zip (71k)…