My tweets

• Sun, 13:42: Dads don't get much cooler than this. https://t.co/4MS5uHkn1x
• Sun, 13:44: RT @CecilBaldwinIII: Re the @WellsFargo ad campaign telling actors/musicians/artists to get a "real job"... Fuck you. xoxox
• Mon, 01:44: I never know what to say when a drunk rando asks what I'm writing, because their interest is more 'hey, random distraction' than 'sincere.'
• Mon, 01:45: And on top of that, the odds of them remembering the conversation in a couple hours is pretty slim.
• Mon, 01:45: The most frustrating bit is when they want me to add a character based on them to whatever it is I'm working on regardless of what that is.
• Mon, 01:45: (Thankfully I haven't had that last one in a good long while, but it's happened a few times.)

Random writing thought that just won't fit in 140 characters

Lately I've been reading S. Andrew Swann's 'Moreau' novels for inspiration for some anthro fiction I've been working on (this is that cyberpunk setting you might have heard me go on about here and there). And because they're fresh in my brain I keep having to stop and make sure I'm not subconsciously referring to the anthro characters as "moreaus" or "moreys," which they're called in those novels. It's equal parts amusing and frustrating.

(Speaking of things that are equal parts amusing and frustrating, there's a lot of stuff in those novels, which are 20 years old, that are still pretty relevant to modern racial tensions. Specters of the Dawn in particular has a scene that made me wince in that regard.)