Hello and welcome to Nice Boots.

I apologize for the false advertising, as this site contains no boots, nice or otherwise. I wanted to give this blog a name that would best capture the combination of writing and drawing, but wasn't as on-the-nose as Writing and Drawing. I cast about, came up with many titles that were terrible, but were either blandly terrible or not terrible enough.

Then, as my mind often does, it wandered off to some other place and I thought of the early scene in the gay teen romance movie Love, Simon, where the main character, a 17-year-old high school guy still keeping his sexual orientation a secret, sits in his car and watches a gardener across the street. He works up the nerve to call out to the gardener with a compliment, as he has muscles in all the right places and proportions. He shouts, "Nice boots!" The gardener can't hear him because he is running a weedwhacker.

Simon, the 17-year-old high school guy, realizes how fantastically silly it is to shout, "Nice boots!" at a gardener running a weedwhacker, is mortified by what he has done, then bops his head on the steering wheel, making the horn honk.

It is delightful and awkward and I decided to make it the name of this blog.

One day there may be boots. Until then, what you will find here are:

• Writing prompts (both ones I come up with, and ones I use)
• Short stories that tend to be along the lines of weird fiction, but not always
• My digital sketches and other doodlings
• General thoughts on writing and drawing
• Occasional thoughts on other subjects from time to time.

In the meantime, here is a pair of nice boots, staring out at the sea.