There are few communities out there more close-knit than that of writers. We support each other throughout the writing process.

Okay, let's go. There are NaNos to prepare and WriMos to write. Precious creative time is seeping into the ether of nothingness.

Everyone can relax. The encroaching AI-pocalypse won't wipe out civilization. Heck, it can't even create a pair of wooden pants.

Hectic schedules plus hot weather made July 2023 a meh month for progress at Wooden Pants Creations.

People bitching about the world being against them does nothing to help others working hard to achieve their writing goals.

People slam me against the wall, point a gnarly finger in my face, and fiercely ask why I keep my list in a ... shudder ... paper notebook.

My life has been like the movie "Groundhog Day." I continually repeat the same themes. I see brightness then stumble.