So...I'm still writing that Oz cisswap thing, which now has a title ("Always Tried To Be a Good Girl, But I Can't Really Say That That's True"), and figuring out the mechanics of how everything changes when you change one thing--gender, in this case--is absolutely fascinating to me. I also came across a bunch of fic I've enjoyed the hell out of, ( Read more... )

One of the amusing things I recently recognized is that "bitch" is a word whose two meanings contradict each other, which is just...Oz as fuck as a concept, really. Read one way, it implies that the person it refers to (usually female) is overly intractable, aggressive and domineering; read it the other, and the person it refers to (usually male) ( Read more... )

Cal got sick last Thursday, so I kept him home on Friday and cancelled everything we usually do on the weekend, which we basically spent indoors, me working to deadline with 2017's first completed story, "Distant Dark Places." I finished it on Monday and sent it in to [venue], after a good 3,000 words of sustained writing: 10,327 words, cosmic ( Read more... )

With apologies to sovay, who's seen a lot of this in our recent email conversations, some thoughts about potential neuroatypicality and the coping mechanisms developed to deal with life inside it:
One thing I've learned, being-whatever it is that I am-is that people really don't like it when you set limits, ie when you explain the parameters of what ( Read more... )

Today starts February, which is (amongst other things) Women in Horror Month, something I almost always forget to celebrate. I usually tell myself it's because i'm too busy doing other stuff--writing horror, for example. But really it has far more to do with the fact that I'm behind in general; blame it on that guy, this time 'round (I think you ( Read more... )

Almost a week without an entry. During said week, that guy (I think you know the one I mean) has managed to do an amazing amount of damage, so possibly that's what's been throwing me off. I keep on wanting to write about things and then deciding there's no point, which really doesn't bode well for the future, does it? Because this shit is just ( Read more... )

Earlier today, I found myself suddenly thinking about Alicia Witt, an actress who seems to have made a career out of playing universally dislikable female characters. She's played overt psychopaths since being cast as St. Alia the Knife in David Lynch's Dune at the age of eight; her turn in the sadly forgotten Rafal Zielinski movie Fun as a folie a ( Read more... )

Okay, so I am officially excused from jury duty, thank the Powers That Be, who in this case appear to be a very pleasant older lady with a strong Scots accent who works in the Toronto Courthouse's Sheriff's Office. "We don't send those naughty little summonses out, dear, so please, write us a letter next time," she told me; I had of course picked ( Read more... )

Well, it's been quite an amazing couple of days. I am...probably still low-grade ill, in that there has never yet been a moment where I went: "Oh thank God, I'm well again." Friday was a PA Day and I made the choice to stay off of TV/social media as much as possible in order to give as few clicks as I could to that guy (I think you know the one I ( Read more... )

Well, not being sick is pretty choice, gotta say. Routinely getting to sleep before 4:00 AM. Having a good reason to regularly leave the freaking house every day, and interact with people I respect. All of these are wonderful, I'm almost certain, but it feels like I haven't done them in years and years--more like fourteen days, my Mom recently ( Read more... )