Some asshole attempting to make a living as an illustrator (and failing miserably). Life is good. Sometimes cats happen, and in a world where cats happen, can anything really be that bad?
So I have a weird badbrain thing where I get super productive but not on anything that involves communicating with other humans or doing work and what I'm saying is I made a very fine dress yesterday
(sorta) I probably should have held off on changing my opinions on Fitz's age, as l now recall the next book shows he was definitely 19/20 at the point I took him from.