good mail day.
electric treepeople crashing
The reign of the Treepeople with chainsaws continues in and and around The AC and I'm keeping one eye on The Work, one eye on the electricity, waiting for that to fall under the weight of a crashing tree, a tree trimmed to prevent, irony of ironies, trees falling on power lines.
Part of efforts on MainFictionThing right now are figuring out how to think of it: remembering something Nick Sousanis said in our TSR interview, that his UNFLATTENING sequel started making sense once he figured out he needed to move... conceiving of something for print-only, at least for me, is something akin writing a pictureless comic: have to think of page turns – or of some kind of hybrid something or other; one of those "I'll know it when I see it, probably" things.
maybe/perhaps/quizas/quizas/quizas…