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,

Adventures in self talk…refusing to pre-fail The last thing I want to do this morning is write about my adventures: nothing bad happened, I’m just in a terrible mood. And I don’t wanna. They don’t seem very adventurous. But. As soon as the thought of writing this down crossed my mind, I knew I needed

Things I Need to Do…insecurity versus vulnerability…a sacrament of threads So I have things I’m supposed to be doing today, but I’ve run into one of the Things I Need to Do, and I’m going to let it take precedence, because I can. Most people can’t; I know doing this is a luxury. The Things

Tools for happiness I’ve been brainstorming “tools for happiness” to put in The Therapy Book (that is, the fiction WIP) over the last week or two. Not that I’m sure how to define happiness. It’s sort of a chicken-and-the-egg situation, where I have to make this list in order to define what I’m making the