Making Plans for Nigel

House is stocked for at least two weeks. Car’s got a full tank of petrol. I have cardio all covered, it will be body weight strength training that will need some thought. It’s time to get really good at press-ups, to find a way to lift body weight in other ways. Remind me to ask Father Christmas this year for a TRX Home Kit, because this would be a fantastic idea…

Whatever may now transpire, there’s a contingency. I think in such situations you are only able to do as much as is possible within your own sense of comfort: having had to plan, for years, every single possible outcome when going out with kids plus myself with anxiety issues, it is quite simple to just shift the focus a bit. Medicines won’t go off instantly, buying stuff that will always get used is not difficult.

I’m waiting for an update on my daughter’s planned art trip, which may (or not) go ahead this weekend. Considering none of the places they were supposed to visit are now open, havingΒ  them spend a couple of days restricted to their Hotel would be a disappointment in the first place, and not necessarily a good idea. I assume I won’t hear anything until lunchtime, if at all.

Waiting is the part of this that never gets any easier.


I need to get on with fixing my website, and building the Patreon. Sitting here, worrying about the state of the World does not help anybody in the long run. Plus, there’s washing to sort and tidying up to be done. Keeping busy, ultimately, is what saves me mentally, because as soon as your pre-organised coping strategies and distraction activities fall down? So do you.

Keep working, and we’ll all get through this together.

Don’t Ask Me Why

Loyalty’s a bit of a dirty word for some, only coming when you drop an appropriate level of cash or create the acceptable level of critical interest. Having had my fair share of interest (the fan art was a bit difficult to take) across the years, I get how this works. If you present yourself to the Internet, and aren’t afraid of body parts being seen… we all know that rules then change for engagement.

Space for all then alters dependant on your definition of acceptable.

I’d love to think that everybody who has an interest in me has, by definition, the same amount of interest in my work, but that’s the biggest lie going. Some of you people are looking at my body with little to no interest in anything else. No I’m not being precious, or attempting to make myself somehow controversial, it’s just a biological fact. My work is irrelevant. My physical presence is where you project your fantasies.

I wish I had no evidence to back this us but alas, that’s all I do possess.


Across the years, all the worthwhile feedback or interaction that’s ever taken place as a result of what I’ve spontaneously written… well, it’s miniscule. The vast majority of my online comments across the years? Spam.Β After that, once you dispense with the creepy people whose comments are meant solely for their pleasure and hardly ever for yours… there’s nothing at all.

The biggest benefit I ever managed from feedback was when I set up a Google Forms page and asked people what they liked (or not) about my work. That was immensely useful, if truth be told, so much so I will be doing that again next month. The process of asking SPECIFIC questions was the only means by which there was any opportunity to glean clear answers. Nobody abused me there either, no spam at all.

It’s the best indicator I’ve ever managed that people are interested.


I watch those people who tell me how to gain 1500 new followers in six months, and find myself wondering if I did, how many of those people would even bother to read on a regular basis.Β So, from now on, I’m going to ask people to tell me whether they do or not. Maybe this is the problem: people need to know what’s expected of them in your particular internet space. Let’s see if it makes a difference.

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