An Inhuman Condition

I’ve finished the script to Bear and Bear, P.I. finally. Artist and I have it in a state we’re happy with, and if all is going well he should have some thumbnails for my perusal soon. Whenever I get some pixels from the project, I will finally do something with our website BearPI.com beyond displaying the number pi. I’m sure anyone reading this is aware of the poster on CockTracy.com, but in the event some unknown stranger makes it here, I want that stranger to see Artist’s cock in all it’s colored splendor.

I’m about 3,500 words into a new short story that will require much editing before I put it here. I need more time or less distraction to get writing, webstuffs and maybe even some submitting to publishers finished.

If nothing else, I should just send something to Asylum Lake – anything at all. It would take like no effort. I should just do it.

Here is the introduction to The Vigilante Gardener. It’s my melodramatic way to remind me I should spend more time writing.

“Most people waste their lives collecting commodities and idling as if that’s all there is to living. But life is much more complicated, more faceted. Having a mass of body parts doesn’t make a person – there is animation in it, electricity. The house, family, school, job, obligations – those are just insignificant particulars. Those meaningless things disappear eventually into dust. But a real spark – a bud on the edge of destruction – could flicker into nothingness in an instant. The fragile energy of the spark is what life truly is.  It is beautiful and sad and perpetually now, existing exclusively in the present. Life is something only the creative soul with its beating heart can understand.”