What The Media Won't Show

Me reading Qin Zheng's speech during the coronation

Just a quick note from your friendly neighborhood bookworm/indie author

if you use kindle for the majority of your library, they will be shutting down the function that allows you to download your files and transfer them via USB on the 26th of February. Which doesn't sound like a huge deal, but this also means that if a book is taken off Amazon for any reason—like it being banned—they can scrape it off your kindle as well. So maybe backup your library?

Edit: as an indie author I feel like I should make a small note that this is not an excuse to say “fuck Amazon I’ll just pirate my books”. Please don’t do that. No one’s reaction so far has been that but I’m begging you not to react that way. That doesn’t hurt Amazon it hurts authors.

Some alternatives are

- check and see if the author sells their books on other marketplaces. Hint: any not enlisted on Ku are probably wide

- check your library. If they’re not at your library request them.

- if all else fails, reach out to the author. I have 100% hunted down a way for my book to be available to a reader that couldn’t access it for whatever reason. And I’d do it again.

Just for the love of 🧀 don’t pirate them.

Rebloging because I can only assume the Simpsons screenshot is in reference to the people who get hung up on singular their being the ones getting dumber.

Because they are.

Because singular their is grammatically correct and has been established for centuries.

Anyone getting pissy about it is dumb.

I am a product of the 1990s and as such I grew up on a steady diet of mecha anime and weird sci-fi/fantasy stuff.

One of my favorite—and I mean FAVORITE—things is what I have always referred to as "bulky 90s future tech."

It's all the super big, chunky, clunky, takes up all the space it can tech that mecha anime and 90s sci-fi depicted as being available in the distant future.

The tech from Cowboy Bebop and Akira are really good examples.

AND APPEARENTLY Y'ALL ARE CALLING CASSETTE FUTURISM OR SOMETHING?! LIKE, WHOMST THE FUCK WAS GONNA TELL ME I WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE OVER HERE DROOLING OVER BULKY 90S FUTURE TECH?! THE GREEDY, GREEDY BARBARIANS KEEPING THIS FOR YOURSELVES!

Reblog if your blog is a safe space

My blog is a safe space for: women, queer people, immigrants, neurodivergent people, disabled people, people of any race, ethnicity, and color!

My blog is not a safe space for: N*zi’s, zionists, Trump supporters, republicans, homophobes, transphobes, misogynists, ableists, etc ….

A few days ago, I was prepping garden starts in my dining room when I saw something strange in the sliding glass door to the backyard. Shadow after shadow after shadow fell across the glass as something—or, rather, a lot of somethings—was decending on my front lawn.

I turned and went to the front window to see SO MANY STARLINGS (and one scrub jay) pecking at the grass.

They were there for roughly twelve seconds, and then as quickly as they had come, they were gone.

It was the first time I had seen that in my home (rather than a park or woods), so I'm glad I managed to get pictures!

No matter how much you dislike your own writing, I promise you it’s better than AI

Seeing Shimin in chapter 51 of Heavenly Tyrant

I wanted to start this post by referencing this quote about when the world is shitty, you should make art, but I can't remember the whole quote or who said it, so I guess whoever is reading this is stuck with just me.

Honestly, not being able to find or think of this full quote is pretty much a good example of where my brain power is right now.

I am so scared and sad and angry that I don't know what to do and can't form coherent thoughts. I feel helpless and all I want to do is make all the bad things STOP.

But I can't do that.

Not realistically. Not by myself.

I'm disabled, and a parent, and I run the tiniest non-profit known to man, so I have neither time nor money to dedicate to protests and riots like I wish I could.

I feel guilty. I feel like a coward.

But I also want to help make people feel safe, and I don't know how.

So...I dunno. I'm making art. It's the only thing I can do—the only thing I know how to do.

I don't know what to call it yet, but there's a story brewing inside me, a throat-tearing scream of a book about the need for community and gentleness. And books and plants.

Idk if it'll go anywhere, but I'll try to share it here.

I just know I NEED to do SOMETHING, even if this is all I CAN do.

This is a real poster in a real town with a real phone number. You will get a voicemail asking you to leave a message about your dreams.