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He/Him. Author of THE DRIFTING LANDS series. PRINCE OF CLAY out now. I fight with swords and sometimes draw stuff. Repped by Laura Zats of Headwater Literary. https://linktr.ee/josephabrassey?utm_source=linktree_profile_share&ltsid=d0b33b14-c
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“YOU BIND EAGLE? YOU TIE HIM UP LIKE FOOTBALL? OH FASCISM FOR AMERICA. FASCISM FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS.”

Another author pep talk. #booksky

30000 words on what’s projected to be a 145-149k project. The good news is I’m on track to finish on-time.

I love having a business plan, but Jesus Christ getting the ducks in order for it is a big chunk of mental real estate.

Every international repudiation of Trump makes me happy but is also bittersweet because it’s one more reminder that we didn’t when it counted.

Dear Blue Sky I have successfully given my cat his pain meds and he is stoned as hell. Plz enjoy his zonked out face.

I miss dvd commentary tracks

“Fathur I do not understand. The clothes fathur. They weigh a thousand pounds. I can do nothing but melt into the floor fathur.”

Me, obsessing over what the exact street number and buildings are that this scene takes place in. .... wait I could just say "it happens on a random street in this suburb." I don't actually have to be that precise.

Me when people ask where I get my ideas.

Costco's premade chili has no right to be as excellent as it is. That shit is bananas.

"This game reminds me of Earthbound!" So, it's giving Mother?

I panicked because I couldn't find my phone that I was holding in my hand. How's your day going?

We're down to the wire on the auction to support Trans rights in the UK and South Africa! Reminder that I have three books plus a fancy bookmark as an item you can grab! #booksky

Author pep talk. Write the book. #booksky

Me: **hunting for maps of Tacoma so I can make sure my geography is right for the book** A little bird: "Hey you know Google Earth exists right?" Me: *..............* Me: "MotherFUCKER."

I made double my wordcount goals today so I am celebrating by getting E X T R E M E L Y C A F F E I N A T E D.

Friend: dude, just don't bring up your star wars obsession on the first date Me: yep, I won't [later, on date] Me: so what do you do? Her: I'm an astronomer, I study faraway galaxies and how they looked a long time ago Me: [sweating]

I am happy to report that the silly void is OK. He is not a fan of the cone, but the moment he saw me, he perked up and started purring like a chainsaw.

(reaching deep within the churning wonder factory of my imagination whenever a character or place needs naming)

Styx update: he is out of surgery and doing okay. They pulled a big wad of string out of his stomach but everything else looks good. They’re gonna keep him overnight since it’s late and he’s still zonked though. The little monster will learn nothing, but I’m so glad he’s okay.

Another author pep-talk #booksky

Styx is in surgery right now and I’m thanking whatever entity watches out for idiot kittens that we caught him when he was eating the string and knew that he had done it.

Oh yes, just what I need, an emergency vet visit because my dumbass black kitten decided to eat a bunch of beads.

I foresee a lot of journalist co-ops in the future. It’s not the ideal solution to the current climate but it’s something.

“The work of persuading people away from right wing thinking is grueling and arduous” =/= “nobody should be doing it” and I wish more people seemed able to thread that needle.

The ducklings I saw a year ago have survived and grown up!

This right here. There's a lot of independent media outlets out there - we're one of them - who are pushing ad free, reader supported work. I know the cost of living crisis is killing folks, but $1 a month goes a long way. And, if you can't support people with $, then share share share.