Ron McKenzie

@ronniemick.bsky.social

•Concept Artist (creature/character), •Freelance Journalist, (Rue Morgue, Blumhouse, Fangoria) •occasional writer of other things ronniemick/artstation.com

Tonight: chicken, stuffed with broccoli, on a bed of butter and garlic rice. This is the healthiest meal I’ve made in months, so you need to understand how much of an accomplishment is for me. Please clap.

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Throwing the ball at the park with our big girl. Maggie’s not as nimble as she used to be, but she’s still powered by the unconditional love that only an eternal puppy can radiate. The bestest “good girl”. ❤️

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Adapting the Wiccan credo (“do what thou wilt at no harm to others”?) at this stage in life has been interesting. It’s a rock solid philosophy and we’d be in a much better place if it were widespread.

Question: Anybody else feel angry when they have a moment of clarity amidst a lifetime of self-defensive people-pleasing? I get so pissed at myself for all the accommodations I’ve made from fear of rejection or anger. Five decades in, and no clue what legitimate self-satisfaction even feels like.

The universe is telling me to become an artistic hermit. People are disappointing and absent and I’ve become a living pratfall in most social gatherings. So shutting out and locking in feels the better plan. Antisocial Shields, activate!

STAINED-GLASS EYES (Claudia’s song) bleeds with Lestat’s shame, guilt and sorrow, another crack in “The Brat Prince” persona he’s curated all this time. Being a monster only feels easier than dealing with all his pain, and it’s all coming to the surface now. Heart-rending TV.

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Man, I need to get back to making things. Writing, drawing, sculpting, anything. I feel the difference in me between doing it and not doing it, and I feel so much better in the former’s state.