Too much going on to maintain the regularity of stuff I’d planned here. Day job is crushingly, exhaustingly inefficient and draining. Freelance gig is time-consuming and frustrating (imagine dealing with a talented artist who doesn’t understand the need for categorizing or consistently naming art that’s going into her illustrated memoir).
Next chance I get, I’ll start posting the brief requests for policy focus I sent to change.gov before the inauguration, and maybe write a couple of new ones.
And then, back to worthy fan-film projects and the Year of Living Copelandey, as it proceeds through its mid-life perambulations.