The movie Polite Society…Banh Mi Factory…pain, resets, and woo Yesterday Ray and I went to the movie Polite Society, a Bollywood-esque Desi movie about sisters and kicking ass. All the characters are delightfully flawed. If you get a chance to see the move in theaters, do go! And watch for the stuff happening in the […]

Clearing out what I know so the unknown can slap me upside the head…what is mine, liminality maybe? This is another thinky one; I finished one section of the current book and, while it went well, there’s a big mess of plot threads to clean up in its aftermath and I don’t know where to

Josephine, a burlesque cabaret dream play…Ray’s new hair…Sarasota birthday jaunt I don’t know where to start, which is a good sign that I need to dump a bunch of tangled thoughts. I tried to keep this organized at least somewhat, but toward the end it gets very long and thinky. I needed to write it,

Anger…What is mine?–Or who is mine?…Somebody Else’s Problem Another long one. I feel like I should *feel like* apologizing for the length, but I don’t feel apologetic for taking up the space, not really. If you need it you need it; if you don’t you don’t, that’s all. … So last year I worked on

My subconscious has been working on overdrive to work out some things lately, and I’m trying to get caught up enough that I can keep things mentally sorted for myself. This post has one AdJ from April 25, then two side quests from before that. The AdJ is the “main” stuff I’m working on; the

Current thoughts on the ethics of AI…how I’m going to handle it going forward…love and disobedience and flaw I’m going to talk generative AI here, and will likely piss off everyone regardless of their current opinion on the subject. Please keep in mind the following: –I am not lawful good. I’m chaotic good, dual-classed as

Writing where your heroes have written…who is mine? Huh. I’m not sure how to express this. I wrote the scene I’d been dreading in the big WIP. It went well.–First I had to do some massive journal-y pre-writing, cried a bit, laughed a bunch, exhaled. Wrote the Goob’s scene. He came to a place I

Struggles with reading fiction…picking apart a “block” against something you love and repairing the connection This is a long post about my struggles with reading fiction lately. If you’re struggling to read stuff–or to do things you like in general–it might be useful. But it’s long and I’m working out my thoughts as I go,