summer rundown 09/06/2018

Oh, hi.

It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

I could give you some justifications, but you and I both know that the cobwebs on this place are from neglect. An oxymoronical active neglect. Then again, neglect has to be active, doesn’t it? It’s a verb. It’s a failure to care for something. Failure isn’t passive.

It’s like…

You know how sometimes you run into someone you just know you’ve met before, but you can’t for the life of you remember their name? And instead of just asking upfront, you just keep chatting until every moment that passes feels even more beyond that line of too late? So now, to make things right, you have to make it a little awkward.

That’s how I feel about not regularly updating here. The more time that passed, the more past too late it felt. Until it felt like it was going to be agonizingly awkward.

Although ironically, almost nothing that feels like it’s going to be agonizingly awkward actually is.

Possibly more veteran bloggers would have told me to gloss over the time lapse and just start posting again without any acknowledgement of it. That’s better than making it awkward, right?

Then again, sometimes it’s better to just sit in the discomfort of a thing. To really feel it. And then remember that as a lesson for the future.

So here I am. Sitting in the awkward. I guess, you kind of are too. Sorry about that, but there’s always enough awkward to go around. I’ve now typed that word enough times that it looks bizarre.

Let’s move on, shall we?

The past couple of months have been busy. I went to Europe and spent a lovely two weeks hanging out and eating so. much. food. I’ll post some brief travelogues in the coming week or so. (The fact that the travel happened in July/August and it’s now September is part of what made me feel awkward. Okay. I’ll try to stop drawing attention to it now.)

While in Amsterdam, I got another tattoo. It felt like time. Here’s a photo from the artist Pablo Sanchez. I have yet to take a better one.

If anyone is thinking about some new ink, I highly recommend Ink District Amsterdam. A got a tattoo as well. His first.

This past weekend, I went to PAX West for the first time! I went with the Bscotch crew, who had shown Crashlands there as part of the PAX 10 (a round-up of the 10 best indie games) a couple years ago. It was so, so fun!

Also overwhelming and crowded. I have never been more aware of how introverted I am than when I was in the convention center absolutely surrounded by a tumult of people. At least that tumult was made up of people with a shared interest of mine. I was only there socially, and I can only imagine how exciting and exhausting showing at an event like that is.

Right before PAX, Bscotch’s next game Levelhead got announced for Switch! Check out the trailer:

Also, I got to meet Mary Robinette Kowal! She was at an author event at Left Bank Books here in St. Louis. It took me some time to muster up the courage to actually go meet her. It’s weird to meet people you admire in person. I did not babble as incoherently as I thought I would, though I did babble some. It couldn’t be helped. She was immensely gracious and friendly and just as hilarious in person as she is on Writing Excuses.

I snagged this for my friend’s birthday:


I haven’t read my copy yet, but I loved The Calculating Stars. Once I’ve finished The Fated Sky, I’ll post some thoughts about the duology.

Lastly, paw paw season is in full swing here. It started up before we left for Seattle. We ended up with a huge fruit haul, much more so than last year. And that’s even with our giving pounds and pounds of fruit away to any of our friends and family who would take some.


So. many. pawpaws. This is about a third of our haul. It’s hard to get an idea of scale, but that sink is not shallow and that basket is not small.

Many were eaten, and many more were processed into puree to live in our freezer until I figure out what to do. More pawpaw butter perhaps? I have a friend attempting pawpaw liqueur, which I am curious about. I also have some baking experiments planned.

And that, my dears, catches us up somewhat. More to come.