Not dead, just very busy!
I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to write a book, edit another book, do art for an anthology, prep for two cons and one gallery show, and get mulch down before the Japanese stiltgrass Eats The World. (Nasty weed. Nasty, nasty weed.) And also I just made major progress on the Patio That Shall Not Be Named, which will soon be ready for a layer of gravel. Woo!
In lieu of anything clever, have a painting.
He’s going to Anthrocon, and I actually kinda hope he doesn’t sell so that I can use him in the gallery show, which is the great trap of shows—“AUGGH! I love money! But I need to fill this wall! But money! AUAUUUGH!”—and then when you say “But ALL MY ART SOLD! What will I doooooo!?” you get no sympathy from anyone, except occasionally other artists.
Ahem.
Now I have to go mail things and maybe get some gravel. I will be sane again after Anthrocon. For a value of sane.
I would hope that I’m healthy in both mind, body, and spirit. I would really like to travel the planet with my relatives. That would be wonderful.