something more solid, mundane and ordinary, like the sort of person you always aspired to be
Yesterday: cried in the shower because guess whose disability is baaaaaaaaack and I have no idea how I'm going to make it through the next few weeks, woohoo.
But, meanwhile nice things have been distracting me.
1. I have a new poem out! It's called Only the Trees.
I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to sell another poem again after the first thing I ever sent anywhere was published in Strange Horizons, and this one had even less of a chance since it's basically the sort of poem I'm most comfortable writing - something about romance and love (and, this case, supernatural beings and poly relationships).
I was also curious on whether it would find a home somewhere because it's made up almost entirely of metaphors I got from fanfic and TV shows, lol. I mean I invite you to spot your favorite fic/ship in there. The broken teacup (Hannibal), the wolves-humans (Dira's werewolf books), the death imagery (The OA, which I reviewed for Strange Horizons), other references from Anne Rice and Chuck Palahniuk books. Even the opening lines are from a real article about trees and skeletons.
Anyway, I'm so glad someone else liked this poem enough to publish it in a lovely magazine. Things I am less glad about: the fact that the acceptance notice originally went to my spam folder and I only caught it by accident when the editor was ready to move on to someone else lol /o\
Anyway, if you'd like to listen to someone reading you the poem, here's a podcast of the entire issue, "Only the Trees" starts at 10:50.
2. Another thing I've been doing is rewatching Black Sails season 4. Or rather, the last few episodes, which I tried watching like a month ago as part of my overall rewatch, realized they were TOO OVERWHELMING WITH FEELINGS and had to take a long break.
Now I'm back, and basically feeling like I need to write an essay about EVERY SINGLE SCENE in the last few episodes. (The second half of S4, especially, is SO GOOD, you guys. It's SO FUCKING GOOD.)
So, here are some of my thoughts about 4x07.
And here are a lot of thoughts about 4x08.
The last two episodes are going to destroy me guys.
Honestly when my current flair of panic inducing disability hit I was like "well at least I can calmly watch Black Sails now because the realization that my life is garbage and nothing will ever be ok again will distract me sufficiently that the show won't be overwhelming."
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But, meanwhile nice things have been distracting me.
1. I have a new poem out! It's called Only the Trees.
I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to sell another poem again after the first thing I ever sent anywhere was published in Strange Horizons, and this one had even less of a chance since it's basically the sort of poem I'm most comfortable writing - something about romance and love (and, this case, supernatural beings and poly relationships).
I was also curious on whether it would find a home somewhere because it's made up almost entirely of metaphors I got from fanfic and TV shows, lol. I mean I invite you to spot your favorite fic/ship in there. The broken teacup (Hannibal), the wolves-humans (Dira's werewolf books), the death imagery (The OA, which I reviewed for Strange Horizons), other references from Anne Rice and Chuck Palahniuk books. Even the opening lines are from a real article about trees and skeletons.
Anyway, I'm so glad someone else liked this poem enough to publish it in a lovely magazine. Things I am less glad about: the fact that the acceptance notice originally went to my spam folder and I only caught it by accident when the editor was ready to move on to someone else lol /o\
Anyway, if you'd like to listen to someone reading you the poem, here's a podcast of the entire issue, "Only the Trees" starts at 10:50.
2. Another thing I've been doing is rewatching Black Sails season 4. Or rather, the last few episodes, which I tried watching like a month ago as part of my overall rewatch, realized they were TOO OVERWHELMING WITH FEELINGS and had to take a long break.
Now I'm back, and basically feeling like I need to write an essay about EVERY SINGLE SCENE in the last few episodes. (The second half of S4, especially, is SO GOOD, you guys. It's SO FUCKING GOOD.)
So, here are some of my thoughts about 4x07.
And here are a lot of thoughts about 4x08.
The last two episodes are going to destroy me guys.
Honestly when my current flair of panic inducing disability hit I was like "well at least I can calmly watch Black Sails now because the realization that my life is garbage and nothing will ever be ok again will distract me sufficiently that the show won't be overwhelming."
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