Crow now! 36(?!) years old, demi, bi, transmasc non-binary, Autistic, chronically & mentally ill, disabled, writer, aspiring author. Type 4, INFP, if you're into that. Aesthetically cyberpunk (if we're gonna live the capitalist dystopia we damned well deserve the neon signage), solarpunk, vaporwave.
I am the beast in the shadows and the fire in the night. I will consume you in vague, nonspecific ways.
Lover of words, of meanings, of feelings and pains and loves and losses and everything-in-between. I am a dreamer first and a realist second. I love and I hate and more-and-more-and-more, and I hope to continue this proud tradition so long as it steals me away from the long reach of apathy.
I feel deeply, and passionately, and strongly, and I am sufficiently stubborn that this will always be the case. Or such is my design.
What if i offered you an oxrib. What if you didn’t even know what hunger was until you’d tasted my offerings. What if i watched you bare hands devour my oxrib and knew i’d never crave anything else in my long life but watching you eat so greedily and joyfully
The love and sorrow I feel for this is so great and terrible. Long I've loved him, long I've ignored his advice. I miss him, and the chances I ought to have taken. I am grateful for those I may yet receive.
Thank you.
“Use your gifts and your talents to greatest possible effect while you can. Spread joy wherever possible. Laugh at jokes. Tell jokes. Make puns and bugger the embuggerances. Read books. Read my books. You might like them. You might find something else you like even more than them. Look for these things in life.
Question authority. Champion good causes. Speak out against injustice. Do not tolerate bullies or bigots or racists or anti-intellectuals or the narrow-minded. Use your education to challenge them. Broaden their perspectives. Make the world you interface with a happier place.
These are your choices. Choices you have been fortunate to have been given, so don’t waste them while you have them. Don’t look back in years to come and wish you had grasped a fleeting opportunity. Grasp it now with both hands, Live. Strive. Love.”
from A Little Advice for Life taken from ‘Terry Pratchett: from birth to death, a writer.’
—Sir Terry Pratchett; April 28, 1948 – March 12, 2015
One of the greatest compliments I've ever received is that I resemble Sam Vimes.
Original pen and ink line art from GOOD OMENS, which I will have for you to see at WONDERCON. I am unable to make any original art from Good Omens for sale at this time.
I will have other books and art available to see and buy in Artist Alley B-2. I will be on multiple panels, have two signings, and do please check out my exhibit at the San Diego Comic Con Museum curated by Kim Munson
Please be aware I am a cancer patient and must prioritize my health. I will be masked and taking every precaution. If I need a break, I will take a break. Thank you for understanding.
Neil Gaiman, what are you doing EVERYWHERE?? Yesterday, you were in two knowledge bowl questions- one involved a reading from a passage in Stardust, and the other was "Which novel, written by Neil Gaiman, published in 2001-" (I didn't hear the rest of the question before I was shaking my teammate to hit the buzzer). And then, this morning, your name was one of the answer options to a radio show question about who wrote a Dolly Parton song. Sadly you did not write a Dolly Parton song.
i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.