Z.F. Lang

The toddler has begun referring to the evening as "blue time" and he isn't wrong, especially on cloudy days.

One of the great tragedies of gaming is that Dark Souls came out after the popularization of wikis. Can you imagine how hard all of the Dark Souls shrine sites would have gone?

At this point we should really be calling them the Leftinized Balkans.

I picked up my saxophone for the first time in *mumble* years. The only music I have is from when I was doing my minor in college and it’s very pretty walls of sixteenth notes and double sharps. I think I understand why I didn’t play much after graduation.

The Severian route has potential for some great 4th wall breaking mind-fuckery.

Okay, but what if I didn't market myself and someone just magically discovered me and decided to bankroll all of my craziest ideas?

I'm so close to finishing this draft, but the end of every scene necessitates one more, additional scene.

My current WIP is 81,000 words, which feels significant because I’m still on my first draft and it usually takes me a couple passes to break 80k.

I just discovered this thread and wanted to say that I appreciate you documenting what you’re doing. I’m feeling motivated after seeing you do the hard and vulnerable thing.

Also, hell yeah, you’re getting it done. Love when I find the right song for a scene.

Music update: the toddler is really into Thick as a Brick, like, really into it. I haven’t seen him rock out this hard before.

I think I'm starting to understand Bluesky, but the more I understand the more I want to nuke my account and start over from scratch.

I can feel my attention span healing every time I watch Mr Rogers’ Neighborhood with the toddler.

It’s not that I don’t have opinions or feelings about current events, I just have a rule that I don’t post anything while dysregulated, and, well, *gestures at world*

I agree with my opinion that we need more neurodivergent romances. I question my decision to be the one to help solve the problem, but so it goes.

I’m liable to meltdown if one more things goes wrong/not according to plan, and that is not a place you want to be with a toddler.

The real tragedy of AI is all the creatives named Al who are being boycotted due to working in sans serif fonts.

I’m to the point where I’m ready to drive to the library for any research rather than even bother with Googling anything, much less using ChatGPT

Wait, why does the version with "abridged" have less pages? It has a whole extra word!

East of West was my dad’s gateway into comics. He really loved Stephen King’s Dark Tower series and other weird west media. He hadn’t shown any interest in comics before but I took a gamble one Christmas and it paid off.

The difference between a regular creator and an auteur is that no one is surprised when the auteur turns out to be an asshole.

I wish I could see potential ASD representation in a series and go “yay, that’s exciting” but no, instead I’m assessing all the potential red flags to guess how it could go wrong. Either my brain needs to chill or people need to do better, probably both.

The toddler is starting to have opinions on books. I handed him one at the library and he said “I’m not feeling this one” and handed it back.

Nothing better than finding a well polished gem of outsider art.

I’m finding it increasingly tempting to self publish, mainly because I want to work with someone on designing a cover.

A less talked about part of autism is that I don’t interpret emojis the same way allistic people do. It’s always fun when my wife gets home, pulls up a text and goes “what exactly do you think this means?”

There are two kinds of board game players: those who plan their turn while the others are playing to keep the game moving and everyone else at the table.

It had better not be controversial!

That song is the reason I wanted to play the saxophone when I was little, so it means a lot to me.

*opening gifts at home*

Me: Oh, sweet.

Wife: So, what is that?

Me: It’s such a crazy comic. Super creative and ballsy in its world building. It’s really inspiring but I never feel good recommending it because (infodump on Alejandro Jodorowski).

Wife: Yeah, maybe don’t tell my mom that.

My in-laws tend to just take whatever recommendations my wife gives them for gifts for me. This occasionally results in them giving me something completely incongruous to who they are. My favorite was a collected edition of The Metabarons last year.

I got the last few volumes of Blame! for Christmas, which means I’m due for a reread.