And Now We Are Forty-Eight
18/03/2025
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It’s the eighteenth of March here in Australia, which means I’ve just turned another year older. We’re still fixing things up after
Sometimes, when you bitch about your deadlines on twitter, you’re just an asshole bitching about your deadlines.
And sometimes, people will give you a new catchphrase, ’cause everything is better with some input from a mental organism designed only for killing:
In other news, I’ve got seventeen days or so to get a workable draft of Exile ready to submit to Apocalypse Ink, and it’s still not ready, so i’d bet get back to things.
It’s the eighteenth of March here in Australia, which means I’ve just turned another year older. We’re still fixing things up after
I’m writing this from an apartment packed down for impending cyclone/hurricane due to hit Brisbane some time in the next 24 hours.
I recently offered GenrePunk Ninja subscribers a list of options for a series of deep dive entries, and got them to vote