Replying to @GlennHasABeard
I’ll use Grok to make LoRas and then get models from Civitai and use ComfyUI to model consistent illustrations for my children’s books. If there’s a better way to make a LoRa I’m all ears.
Replying to @authorwarmth
Is your proposal to buy a bunch of my books?
Replying to @tomgoeswest @MurrayHillGuy1
No lies detected. This is the way.
Since I don’t like info dumping on my reader, I will instead have a character not understand something. Another character either explains it to them, or they pick up clues from their environment and figure it out themselves. Regardless of how it’s done, my standard is the foil must challenge the informer as to why this info is needed. If the informer can’t justify it then it isn’t needed in the story.
Replying to @justinhammon_
It’s so good I do it every day
Don’t just take my word for it, verified reader BHawk says The Keyes Protocol is a genre-making 5 star read!
Thanks for your review.
Replying to @oldstackjournal
TabulaKit.com is my project with my brother. Not quite live yet but should be a paradigm shaker.
Replying to @wordrefiner
Figures it would be an Austin area code
Replying to @1True_American_
Feel free to follow me back. I got plenty of such shouting into the voids.
Replying to @EODHappyCaptain @BrendaAnnEstep
Nothing like being perpetually sleep deprived to feed the need
Replying to @armondboudreaux
Tracking is a skill for those of us who love the woods.
Replying to @DanXAura
Caregivers for the elderly, foster care parents and case managers, those volunteers who lead AA groups.
My dad had money; as his POA I found the nicest place in the area for him. It cost nearly $10k/mo and still occasionally smelled like shit when I came to visit him in memory care. Demented people shit themselves. They die suddenly. They eat unseasoned food. They are cared for by med students transitioning through college or older caregivers needing a job. There will always be an air of this around such places, no matter how nice their lobbies are. It’s sad but it’s true.
I cried every time I visited him. He cried when I left. But I am glad he was there instead of in my home because it allowed me to visit as a son instead of live as his nurse and administrator. Those last few months are precious in their grief, and changed me for the better.
Showing up makes the difference. At the end when he couldn’t even speak, his face recognized mine and I just held him.
“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you.”




