Smug Bird


I spent some recent time in New Orleans in a gallery that had a lot of work by the surrealist artist Daniel Merriam. I stared at it for a long time and thought “I wanna do…complicated…monochromatic…swirl


12 x 12 mixed media on board. They don’t make enough shades of sea-green colored pencils, let me tell you.

While I’m not displeased with how it turned out for a first attempt, I keep thinking it should be about eight feet tall and then I could pack all KINDS of weird little thingies into the margins. I should probably stifle this urge. But the color scheme, jarring as it is, does kinda work for me, and I bought more sea green and maybe I should do another one.

For sale, will wind up at Anthrocon if nobody makes me an offer first.


So I am super-duper jetlagged and back from BayCon (great con, more on that later) and I think “I’ll go photograph some moths! I haven’t done it in days!” and then there’s a neat moth on the porch ceiling so I go get a chair from the house and I’m on the chair and then there is this almighty SMACK and a gigantic luna moth comes careening into the light and begins battering itself wildly against the door and the wall and it’s the size of a bird and every time it hits the wall it’s going SMACK! SMACK! and I’m going “crap! I have to turn off the porch light and save it!” and then the moth is suddenly IN MY FACE and it was like having an angry chartreuse bird go for my eye and I know they don’t have mouths but that kinda doesn’t matter when bigass green wings are slapping you in the head and thank god I had gotten off the chair because I’m flailing and hopping and then it drops to the ground and I’m like “OH NO I CAN’T STEP ON THE LUNA MOTH” and I’m on one foot and my hair is in my face and I don’t dare put the other one down because this bird-sized lunatic green thing is flopping around my ankles and I can’t see well enough and if I stomp on it I will seriously have to do major penance, like going to a moth-god confessional kind of penance, and then thank god the moth takes off before I fall over and it begins hurling itself wildly at the porch light again and I cannot let something as glorious as a luna moth batter itself to death on my porch so I fling the door open, manage to duck as it comes for me, stop the cat from bolting and kill the porch light so that the moth can hopefully settle and recover itself.

I left the chair to fend for itself. There will be spiders on it by dawn, I’m sure.

Not Dead, Just New Orleans

I am headed to the Big Easy for several days! Best way to follow my adventures* up-to-the-minute is Twitter, but don’t fret, if anything truly exciting happens, it’ll make its way here when I get back.

*I am OKAY with not having adventures. If I just sit in cafes eating beignets and working on this book for three days, that will be AWESOME.

Meanwhile, have an axolotl.