A 5-post collection

I feel better now

Yesterday, I was a gold-plated grump. However, some Doctor Who and a decent nap has helped me approach life with a case of que sera sera. There's no point in getting emotional about this shit because - it does nothing.

Unless I become an overnight, international celebrity that the billionaires fawn over, then there's absolutely nothing I can say or do that will change their minds. I'm just another pleb at their mercy. Another peasant struggling to exist in this diesel dystopia they've made.

What I can do is provide an oasis of beautiful things in this ugly world. That's where I'm going with my life. Make a future worth believing in, and maybe people will strive to get there. As I frequently write Lup saying to Taako, "We're not dead yet."

While I'm waiting for the solarpunk revolution, I can do the little I can. It's not much, but it'll make a difference to someone. Churn out some low-level good to combat the oozing evil, if you will.

Progress with Yes, Chef! is slow because of the daily TAZ fictions over on my Tumblr, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I love the chance to exercise my noggin and take every single angst prompt and turn it into reassurance or at least hurt-comfort.

I have six of them, so my week's booked already. Fun.

I've almost hit 50K in B'Nar, so that means I've almost hit the quarter mark with my novel. This is a novel happening in the first blush of Humans being allowed into the Galactic Alliance, so the appearance of nigh-ascention humans is going to cause A Ruckus.

My heroes may have an easier time of courting the AI Alliance, but still won't be fully accepted because of those messy organic parts. The Ambassadorial squabbling is going to be fun when I get there. I might have to throw a Vorax attack in there. They're nastards, but... I dunno. I'll figure it out eventually.

This is me, figuring it out...

Plus la Change, Plus la Meme Chose

Another book, another routine. Another chain of illogic to boggle your average nypical. It goes a little something like this:

  1. Hand-writing things may be permanently portable, but transcribing it to legible text just slows me down because (a) I'm the only person who can read my handwriting (b) I can't afford to hire someone who can read my handwriting and (c) I end up reading what I've written more than typing in the thing.
  2. It really is quicker and easier for me
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Hark, hark, the dogs... don't bark?

I had a curious incident of the dogs in the neighbourhood, this morning. Like in the Sherlock Holmes adventure Silver Blaze, they did not bark.

Not a single hound decided to greet me this morning. And I'm very used to the local canine population reacting like I'm Bobby The Serial Killer whenever I toddle by their particular patch of fence.

On one hand, it means that my neighbours around two blocks don't curse my existence or the goddamn cheerful "Good Morning!" I

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I freaking called it!

I have billions of good ideas and no concept of how to take them to fruition. Fine and dandy.

What bugs me is that I later see these good ideas coming into reality at a minimum of five years after I was flat-out told that my concepts were impossible for one reason or another.

In my teen years, I dreamed up an animation program that any idiot could use [specifically, an idiot like me who has no freaking clue how to animate]

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To cloud or not to cloud...

Any Apple fan worth their salt knows that Apple’s bringing the Cloud to the plebs, but what does it mean for writers like me?

Pros, cons and musings below the cut.

Pro: Convenience. A document or WIP [that’s Work In Progress for the unenlightened] can be accessed anywhere by any device, so long as you know the password.

Con: The potentiality for Fic Griefers. People who hack into your cloud just to mess with your work and cause

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