Get Out of the Car

Writing a long tale can feel like an elaborate (and hopefully rewarding) road trip, using a map if you have one [or not], following directions, obeying the rules of the road. But the landscape looks a lot different if you get out, climb the hills occasionally, and look around. You might discover magic. Or something behind you, growling. (I never promised curiosity would always be safe. [insert cat joke here])


Revampage in Progress. (Is that like a rampage? or some Dracula thing?). Anyway, I am building this new site at the moment. (More like typing-up, really. No construction crew with hammers and concrete.)

Meanwhile enjoy the funky characters. This webfont has a touch of creativity with its glyphs. That exuberance will shortly be tamed.

And so on.

In everything, uniformity is undesireable. Leaving something incomplete makes it interesting.

Yoshida KenkĊ Essays in Idleness (14th century), who also said:

You should never put the new antlers of a deer to your nose and smell them. They have little insects that crawl into the nose and devour the brain.

Words to live by.