Productivity Log Lite (a.k.a. What’s Going On Around Here)

1 week ’til I turn 38!

Yes, I’ve barely posted anything lately, even non-artistic stuff like photo logs. There’s a great big fat reason for this, and that is TLY.

This book is a hair’s breadth from being finished. In fact the edits I’m making at this point are so minor I could easily declare the book done, but I haven’t yet because I’m still waiting on the cover illustration my sister is drawing. As soon as that’s ready, though, it’s puuuuuublication time.

And I can’t think about anything else, much less spend free time (such as might be used on photo posts and real PL’s and shit) on aaaaaanything ellllllllllse. I’m only even making this entry here as a break between bouts of editing.

So, yeah. Regularly scheduled program will recommence as soon as this thing is released. Oh, and then there’ll also be a new book available. So there.

Deadpool’s baby bedroom: a dream

35 days ’til I turn 38! And now for a dream. Since starting this antidepressant, my dreams have become more memorable again.

I was playing WoW or a similar game, though the dream couldn’t make up its mind whether it was a game or just a part of reality. Anyway, I was going along an ocean beach when I saw Deadpool heading into the water to swim across to some island to do a quest there. For ease of swimming, he dropped a bunch of stuff he was carrying into a pile in the breakers.

The stuff all seemed to be similarly colored — jewel-toned purple and aqua — and in some interest I tried to adjust the camera angle so I could look at it more easily. But I accidentally clicked on the pile and ended up picking up a bunch of items instead. Annoyed at the circumstance (and aware in the back of my head that Deadpool might think I was trying to rob him and become murderously angry), I started sorting through my own inventory in order to re-drop the stuff I’d mistakenly taken.

I was able in so doing to examine some of Deadpool’s items more closely. It appeared he was preparing to decorate a baby’s bedroom, and I adored the colors and the coordination of the objects. Unfortunately, I too was carrying a shit-ton of junk, and I’d only managed to re-drop a few of the adorable things before Deadpool came back from the island, grabbed his pile without appearing to notice it was incomplete, and ran off before I could say a word to him (jumping as he ran the way you do in WoW).

Then I spent the rest of the dream trying to track him down so I could return the last of his possessions and compliment him on his superb interior design sensibilities. When I finally found him, he wasn’t even mad.

There was more to the dream than this — it was mostly an explore-the-house dream, apparently a grandparent’s house with a ridiculous number of closets, and there were kids and a dachshund and an indoor pool party with a giant inflatable floating pool-house-thing — but that part with Deadpool’s baby bedroom items was what I really thought worth writing down.