Club High Castle Pre-Pandemic

I’ve been thinking about the creative process a lot lately, so I decided to do a seven part series on it--helpful ways you can tap into your inner creative genius to produce something awesome. Whether you're an artist, a writer, a graphic designer, or into arts and crafts, I hope you'll find this series useful. Why am I doing this all of a sudden? Let's just say that I recently had a run in with reality. I jumped headfirst into a tub of ice and got a painful reminder of how rough blindly leaping into unknown waters can be. Yes, I should have known better. I should have done my homework, and I shouldn't have laid a first draft bare like that. My feelings = ouch. Lesson learned. Image originally found on Wikimedia Commons - Public Domain But it wasn't for nothing. It jolted me awake as if I had just guzzled down a giant can of Monster before pulling an all nighter. I am the typical, excitable American. We have a grave weakness for letting that hot rus

I've been wearing hoodies all month and cursing the morning chill. What month are we in again? February? March?   MAY. Anyone who lives in the Northeast is sharing my plight. Winter, you've had your run. It's time to kindly GTFO because I'm sick of the jackets, tired of the hoodies, and fed up with wanting to hibernate as soon as I get home because I'm cold. I've built up a tolerance to chilly temperatures and snow, but it is MAY. May is supposed to be flip flop, barbecue, and everything outdoors month, not wrap yourself in a blanket and continue your winter hibernation month. All the stores have their flags, paper plates, and all-things-grill stuff out for sell now. It'd be nice to pretend that I actually want to buy some of that stuff, but no thanks. It would be a recipe for a drenched disaster. Did I mention the rain? Two weeks straight. Yes. Two weeks. Two solid weeks of 40 degree weather and rain. I realize there is absolutely nothing I can d

What's in a blog post? Not politics. Okay, maybe there will be a dash of politics this one time only. Everywhere I turn I either see crazy, unintelligible rants in all caps or Internet warriors sitting on their high horses explaining how their opinion makes them a better person than [ insert candidate here ]'s voters. You can find the original image of the bear on Wikimedia Commons It happens every presidential election. I normally just grind my teeth and refrain from pulling someone off of their golden throne in the comment section. Agree or disagree with them, I want to steal their keyboards and toss them out. Nothing irritates me more than Internet warriors on high horses. As for the army of angry (and idiotic) DE'RE TAKN R STUFFZ! mumble jumble, I just cringe and scroll past it. It all just feels like a bunch of bears thumping their chests in the night as they scream at nothing. You can find the original image of the bear on Wikimedia Commons This electio