If you spend a lot of time on social media, you’ve surely seen writers romanticizing the act of writing and if there’s anything I’m good for in this world, it’s un-romanticizing things.
#writing #writingcommunity #WritersOfBlueSky
I wrote this back in 2020, right at the beginning of covid, when a lot of us were mulling over what it meant to be alone in our tiny apartments. Back then, I didn’t realize how topical “AI therapists” would end up being.
This was...a choice.
(A really bad one if that was in any way unclear).
🇨🇦 FUCK YEAH CANADA 🇨🇦
Thank you!! 🙏
This story probably flew under your radar last year, read it! Read it! Read it!
screenshot from Atlantic article
The whole thing is damning, but this part is particularly sickening. These are the text messages of middle school boys playing Call of Duty.
I've been wanting to talk about burnout for a while so here it is, appropriately two months after I initially had the idea.
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I mean, what the fuck.
The fact that this statement could be referencing a hundred different things speaks for itself.
Your art will outlive them so keep fucking making it.
New post for the new year and all its woes:
"Why does the saying 'live in the moment' persist so relentlessly? Have you seen the moment? Have you doom-scrolled The Guardian politics live blog recently? If that’s 'the moment,' I don’t want to live in it."
RE: this DEI firefighter bs, I think it’s good to remember that big media is not REFLECTING the narrative of the people, but rather CREATING a narrative to tell you what and how to think so that your views fall in line with the corporations and special interests that own the media.
I went dark on here for almost 2 weeks. When that happens, safe to assume my battery ran dead and I forgot to plug myself back in.
I hurt my neck the other day (quite badly) and I resent that the heat pack I bought is called a “sport” pack, implying I pulled a muscle doing something resembling sports rather than looking sideways for too long at a bar.
I wrote 1000 words today so I only need to do that *does math* 79 more times.
Then I will have something resembling a book, at least in length.
Thank you!
This one is short because it was my birthday this weekend and I was hungover and also because when I did get around to writing this, it was midnight.
Excuses aside, here are some thoughts (but no solutions) for feeling lost.
Everything I’ve eaten today has been cheese.
The darkest of dark satire is not actually satire.
TIM THIS IS EPIC
Oh God, it's like Christmas next week, it feels like the apocalypse every goddamn day, and the nightmares will only continue to unfurl in the new year. Also you still have to write your book.
Love this one. I think about it often.
Exactly. I pick up a book and it’s fine while I’m reading it but I’m just not motivated to pick it back up, so on the stack it goes!
I can’t remember the last book I finished but I have started about a dozen recently, all of which are on the floor beside my bed because my cat got embarrassed for me, knocked them off the nightstand, and pulled the bookmarks out of them. Thanks, Nadja.
In which I reflect on querying this year and all the advice I wish I had followed:
In my flailing around not knowing what to do with myself, I started a substack. It's mostly for myself but maybe it's for you too?
Some day we will find the path again. Until then, let the bonfires light your way.
1 - Absolutely. That disingenuous feeling gets me too. What's the point of writing this silly book when the world is falling apart like this? Hopefully that feeling will pass, as all things do...
2 - SAME! Every time.
