Queen of Swords

Well, it's a year and a half later, but here at last, the images begin to get posted again. Finally.

Say hello to the Queen of Swords.

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Derailed myself this morning. Nearly missed another art deadline and I need to get my submission in. This is how I know I'm not even close to well with the depression. Getting things done takes a hundred times more energy and spoons than it used to.

It really pisses me off.

I had cracked out dreams last night, but they gave me a piece of Eighth Enchanter, so clearly my writing brain is slowly coming back on line. Let’s hear it for therapy, meds, and making random ass shit.

It’s interesting to me that I get to my writing through my visual arts. It’s not the first time that I’ve had it break loose after playing with every other one of my arts but writing. Alice Assassin the novel came entirely after taking all of the photos for the series. I wouldn’t have even known what it was about if not for the images that I made.

Seems backwards, but that’s me all over.

My office is a mess again. I swear, it’s entropy in action. I’d clean, but I’m still low on damn spoons. I overdid it yesterday. Again. I really thought I hadn’t and I didn’t feel that tired, but today I feel like five miles of bad road. So there’s a nap in my future.

Bronchitis fucking sucks. Don't get it, if you can avoid it.

My coffee has gone cold.

So. Yeah. Cracked out dreams. Super fucking creepy and Curse & Quanta worthy. I've grabbed all of it and shoved it in the novel's note file.

Hi, writing brain! I have missed you!

I’m fucking tired.