I’m replaying Planescape: Torment in 10-minute increments between meetings and also rereading The Dark Tower[efn_note]My kid recently finished reading the series for the first time and wants to have deep discussions my memory is too hazy to participate in. She was expounding on something, stopped, and said, “This is sucking up a lot of my […]
Between whatever’s causing my 1 a.m. anxiety attacks and those cutting short my already limited sleep, I’ve attained heretofore unimaginable levels of irritability. It’s an excellent time to not have social media to breathe fire all over.
Wanting people to be direct and being direct myself has been “rude” all my life, and the current trend is to blame my “rudeness” on “autism.” (Not one of my diagnoses, officially or self, but it’s a handy ableist blanket for some people to throw over “every behavior that’s inconvenient for me.”) While editing a
In honor of the occasion (it’s love-related, I promise), I posted a short story on Ko-Fi. Click the title or image to read “A Threat Is Only a Heart Turned Backwards.” It’s not paywalled at the moment, but being paid for my labor is a pretty reliable way to encourage me to do more of
Eventually, in order to level up, you have to start getting a lot better at things you suck at rather than 0.1% better in areas of existing competence. To that end, last year, I started working on short fiction. I have a natural inclination to complicate and expand, so I’ve always struggled with the tight