I’m back.
Cautiously, for now.
I still feel profound antipathy toward this hellsite and everything it stands for, but I’m also feeling a need for social media platform affordances that Twitter doesn’t provide, and as much as I wish me and Pillowfort had worked out, we do not appear to have done. So yeah. I’m here more actively again, at least in some capacity. I’m still figuring that out. I’m still figuring out what this is all for. For now the inbox is staying closed. I may at some point start inching it open. I do not want to let this place start damaging my state of mind again, and the degree to which I feel like I have control over my space is going to be the biggest part of that.
So yeah, wow. This year. In brief and in no particular order, assorted personal and professional updates:
- I’m still writing Bethyl although much more slowly, and I’m mostly focusing on The Good Stars. The Keep Singing podcast is happening only sporadically but I refuse to give it up. Related:
- Howl is going to come back at some point. Not sure when, but it’s still occupying my brain, and in fact it’s lately been tugging at me a bit more, in significant part because:
- I appear to have become a Christian Druid and among other things am studying magic now, so that’s a whole thing.
- Sort of by accident I finished one of the longest and weirdest and most fucked up pieces of fanfic I have ever written. Yes, waaaaaaay more fucked up than Everything Where it Belongs.
- I didn’t write any books this year but my agent and I did manage to get one out on submission.
- I got a short story about quantum mechanics and academic essays and existential crises published.
- I got a short story about love and lust and loneliness during a pandemic published.
- I got a short story about love and parenting and hope during a pandemic published.
- I got to be part of a truly fantastic team of writers in creating season one of a horror-noir series about a queer Afro-Latina gumshoe WWI veteran who can see creeping fascism in the form of eldritch horrors destroying NYC.
- I’m in the uncomfortable and annoying position of having a number of projects I can almost talk about but not yet because things are not in a sufficient state of officialness.
- I’ve been in almost total lockdown, except for walks in the woods, since March. So far I haven’t gotten sick, nor has anyone in my family. We’ll see if we can all make it to Vaccine Day.
- I actually take that back: I got quite sick, just not with COVID. Finally identified the mouth ailment that’s been plaguing (ha) me for four years. It is not candidiasis as I thought; turns out my immune system just thinks my tongue and cheeks are super sus. Anyway I’ve been soaking it in dexamethasone and I’m getting better. There’s no cure but the symptoms can usually be managed.
- Everything sucks and is weird but I’ve done a lot of chilling out about a lot of stuff and am just generally in a better place overall.
- I miss y’all. Especially you.