Sara Ryan

a. that these existed, and b. that they were still around. What’s the weirdest toy(s) from your childhoods that you still have? PS — I love seeing everyone’s responses to the spoilery Empress question from a few days back. I didn’t give my own answer for a couple of reasons: one, because I love seeing [...]

Here’s a sunset in my undisclosed location. Things are going well. I’m a little ahead of schedule, temporarily. I got a question in email that I thought people might want to weigh in on, because I think there are multiple possible interpretations. But it does have Empress spoilers, so I am hiding it “When Nic [...]

til the cab comes. I’ll spend two weeks in the usual undisclosed location, writing a comics script, among other things. So sleepy. More Alcatraz photos:

I’ve been reading posts from various people who are all talking about creative work and process, and how your work & process intersects with your identity. And it’s dawning on me again that you hear so much about “the writing life” and what it’s supposed to be like — and there’s no such thing. There [...]

If you’re in middle or high school, register for the Convention on the Rights of Children & Youth, coming up Thursday June 1st at the Expo Center. What’s better than a historic opportunity for youth to get together and stand up for youth rights, unless it’s a historic opportunity to stand up for youth rights [...]

You deal with disappointment remarkably well. You and your wife will be happy in your life together. A heavy burden is lifted with a phone message or letter. (I got this one right before I found out — by phone — that Empress was going to be published.) You will soon have a surge of [...]

with everyone who appears onscreen in Dave Chappelle’s Block Party. Thanks to capn_jil and sisterperpetua for getting me out of the house to see it.

I was RSVPing to an evite, and noticed that I could click on another attendee’s name and see our Shared Events — events to which we were both invited. I hadn’t previously realized that the Shared Events are historical; the ones that have already happened aren’t deleted. I found myself looking an invitation from 2001, [...]

but I saw it today at an estate sale and, well, I couldn’t not take a photo. Someone had a lot of bottle caps, and a lot of time.

Black Swan Green by David Mitchell. I don’t know if anyone but me would make this connection, but it reminded me a little of Brian Hall’s The Saskiad.