Sometimes work makes me feel like this.
And by sometimes, I mean basically every day, frequently multiple times a day. It’s a wonder I don’t get stabby sometimes, although the fact that I apologize to chairs when … Continue reading
In a hideous dress, dyed shoes, and a floppy hat.
So here’s another chance to share random stories. I’ve been trying for a while now to convince somebody to get married at Chuck-E Cheese’s, because I don’t know why. Just … Continue reading
I know his leg is going the wrong direction, but that’s how his knees bend.
The Nerd in the Hat
In case you wondered why I had a tiny cat sized velvet tophat lying around, I also make things like this: There’s clearly a progression here from not too … Continue reading
Holding still is hard, y’all.
Which I realize is a weird thing to say, since part of Neurotic Owl’s deal is that he barely moves, but still. Anyway, I meant him to just be peeking … Continue reading
A pretty, pretty princess.
Just in case I’m starting to confuse people with these, he really is a boy. He just likes wearing pretty things sometimes.
His voice cracks on the V’ahavta, but he’s especially good a Baruch Hooooo.
There. I made a terrible bilingual owl pun. You’re welcome, internet.
Nor does he sparkle.
Or watch high school girls sleep and draw them. Seriously, how does anyone not find that creepy? Funny story, though — between being part Hungarian, having no surviving grandparents (for … Continue reading
As Tim Gunn would say, edit!
Every cut was like a sword through his heart. It was hard. Editing novel/So many little word deaths/ Why do I do this?
Now you want thin mints, and it’s all my fault.
But not the new mango ones, because I hear those are terrible and contain more mushrooms than mangoes. “But isn’t Neurotic Owl male?” you completely fail to ask. Why yes, … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 