Finding joy

I can't remember the first time I felt the total rightness of writing a scene, but I remember the first time I realized what I felt. I was nineteen, working on Child of Brii, and I cackled to myself when finishing out a paragraph. In that moment, the elation I felt was one of the... Continue Reading →

Looking forward in 2021

Hello folks, and welcome to 2021. If you're like me you're not really feeling those resolutions this year. We're still in the middle of a pandemic, though vaccinations are dispersing somewhat, and we've got a few months more at best of our new, strange reality. And of course there is a lot of uncertainty right... Continue Reading →

The year in review

So hey, it's the end of December! I know it doesn't feel like it because this year has simultaneously gone on forever and passed in the blink of an eye. What is time? Does it have any meaning anymore? (That's rhetorical, we all know the answer is "no".) This year I did what feels like... Continue Reading →

Finding peace in the Good Place

I've watched a lot of people die. This is a morbid place to start this particular blog entry, but I recently realized that not everyone is as involved in the deaths of their loved ones as I have been blessed to be. I have felt, watching my great-grandmothers and my grandparents and and the S.O.'s... Continue Reading →

The full 2020 experience

Yesterday, I waited in line for two hours to get a Covid test I probably didn't need, seeing as we already know the S.O. has Covid. It was my first time getting a Covid test and, at risk of putting you off of getting one, I thought I would describe the experience. Waiting in line... Continue Reading →

On cross-dressing as narrative device

I asked for blogpost ideas recently and I got this awesome discussion question from Miramira Endevall. It reads: There are ever so many stories about women dressing up as men to go do things, but very few the other way around, and then for comedy a la Charlie's Aunt. Is this because women's spaces aren't... Continue Reading →

Writing and recovery

Back in August I wrote somewhere upwards of 12,000 words in nine days, or about 1,300 words a day, which doesn't seem like much but is as much as I've been managing in a week for the last several months. It was exquisite. And then I came down. In fitness, there's a concept called a... Continue Reading →

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