Moving Beyond Anger
The collective unconscious unleashed by giving most of the world a megaphone is an angry adolescent. We are seeped in the kind of angst usually reserved for punk kids smoking cigarettes waiting outside the all-ages venue. Our culture is so perpetually pissed off that furious displays of righteous anger don't feel . . .
Book Review: The Future Of Another Timeline by Annalee Newitz
Annalee Newitz's second novel, The Future of Another Timeline, finds her in good fighting form. If I wanted to give you a one-sentence synopsis of this book, it would be riot girls fight incels across time. If punk rock girls fighting neckbeards to guarantee universal suffrage and reproductive rights don't intrigue you, this book is . . .
Support Your Local Weirdos
Art and aesthetics are, indeed, subjective. You might have the dumbest taste in the world and haven't met a pandering piece of garbage you won't buy, but you will still enjoy it. It's hard to argue that enjoyment is wrong. On the other hand, I feel like we can even need to have some way to signify art made to . . .
Unpacking Failure
I celebrated finishing NaNoWriMo last year, so it is just as fair to dissect what happened that I failed this year. I can break it down to two factors:
1. Being unprepared
I started the month with a vague outline of an idea, and never really managed to find my footing. I did manage to write a nearly thousand-word . . .
The Identity Blindspot
One of the weirdest things that happen as you get older is that you begin to realize that your self-perception isn't quite correct. Depending on your self-awareness, this ranges from having to accept unpleasant truths to having a full-on identity crisis as you begin to unpack how little you know yourself.
I . . .
Slacking For Self-Care
It's not been a great month for writing time, between sickness and a big update at the day job. So this one is going up late, and things aren't looking good for a triumphant NaNoWriMo.
The term self-care gets stuffed with a lot of connotations of middle-aged rich people in spas with eucalyptus oil, cucumbers on the . . .
Just Keep Typing
National Novel Writing Month is a challenge every year where people try to pen a novel in just thirty days. I managed to finish mine last year at like 4 AM on December 1st; I rounded it up to mission accomplished.
I dug out an old idea of mine that had been sitting in a notebook and am setting out today to get . . .