A Tree in the Forest

Well, since I last wrote, Monsters in My Backyard got put on indefinite hold. "What?" you might gasp. "Someone on the Internet stopped doing work on a blog?" I know; it's shocking to me, too.

But I was writing the text at the last minute, Wes was squeezing in the drawings between gigs for which he was actually accepting payment, and yeah. It's one thing to be disciplined, quite another to shove out work out of a sense of obligation. I like the idea too much to see it become something we half-ass or roll our eyes about whenever it comes time to do an entry, so we paused before we got to that point.

I've been working on writing stories on my own time, but that means very little to anyone, because they're not yet in a state to be seen. They need feedback, editing, a kick in the tush, everything it takes to get a story to the point at which it means something to someone reading it. If a tree falls in the forest, and no one's around to hear it--if a person writes a story, but no one else has been able to read it, is there really any sound to be heard other than the sound of said person talking out of her ass?

I don't have an answer for that; some mysteries simply are too deep. But this is an article I wrote for work, and this is the item description that's probably going to be my crowning achievement at this job (scroll down a little and check under the "Item Details" tab). And that's my life for the moment.

Woo.