FULL BLEED: MY TONGUES? ASPHALT.
Funny what changes in a week. Firstly there some stuff that I can't talk about because it may sublimate right from dry ice blocks to insubstantial mist in the sunlight. Maybe it's something. Maybe it's nothing. It at least came across my path earlier this week and it'd be nice for it to become a thing more than just a promise of a thing. Secondly, in terms of HAZELAND, it looks like the next stage will be ASPHALT TONGUES, a collection of short stories all within the setting a
FULL BLEED: EVEN THOUGH WE'RE ALL ALONE WE ARE NEVER ON OUR OWN WHEN WE'RE SINGING, SINGING
Okay, back. I'm not even sure where I left off at this point. Last year ended up crashing all around me, starting in about October, where I got some (not free) trips to the hospital and couch time and beginning to recover just in time to limp through the holidays and feel like none of it was any good or I'd done enough because we're all feeling like that now. At least it's a shared weight, even if we're having to heft our own individually, dig? So I got revisions to MY DROWNI
