It is weird to think that in another tab of this same browser, I have a finished draft of a book. The strip is about… well, you'll see I guess, but the main takeaway is that I don't even really want to show it to that person. I will show it to them when I show it to Brenna - probably two edit passes and some content later. The first one is gonna be bad, but… if this shit gets past Brenna? She's the Gates of fucking Argonath, dude. This book will be the next great American novel. Well, novella I guess. People are gonna teach classes on it and shit. Not because I wrote it! Because it's the kind of book she likes.

I'd love to get that cosign.

I went ahead and just started going nuts on the Lookouts novel, currently called Into The Eyrewood. I feel like that's the kind of placeholder name that ends up being the real name, metastasized programmer art. I worked with a writer and a director on something derived from this concept, fully realized, that I just had laying around. Because they are sworn to a demon-town where stories meet their end, because are licensed but not used, because

…and that's where the post ended. I got some kind of sickness from Brenna, the Witch of the Woods, she who is called Raven-Maid, and now you can maybe see that I still have a fever. I was looking at that sentence building itself from a remove, accreting, a little up and right of my real body, thinking, "This kid maybe needs to stay away from keyboards for a little bit." Feeling real hot!

I looked at all the files I had open, and apparently I wrote five chapters of a Lookouts novel - now called Lookouts! - and it's actually good. I can't take credit for it because Ghost Jerry wrote it, and this loophole allows me to appreciate some of what was written there. It's tone is much less conversational than the Acquisitions Incorporated book - more faux-literary, so it's a huge change of pace. It turns out that writing fan-fiction for your own shit is a pretty good time.

(CW)TB out.