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I'm Aria, I'm going to use this account for some of the writing I've been doing lately. I'm working on what I keep saying is a teen transgender urban fantasy.

I read a ton of science fiction, and have a complicated relationship with fantasy. I'm hoping I can build a world I like. Other people too, we'll see.

So who likes magic systems, video game references, ensemble casts, and thinks teenagers are actual people?

I wonder how much of my love of transformation stories is from reading Greek myths as a child.

I always amazes me the degree to which writing advice is actually psychology and relationship advice made hypothetical.

These are low ethics patterns that are no doubt high return.

From initial install, where you're prompted for a username and password and _can't skip them_ until you fail to login.

To ms store login having a screen where a fine print only auths with it, and giant "Next" button associates it system wide.

The dark patterns in win10 trying to get you to use your ms acct system wide are legion.

Dear musicians, both new and old,

Don't make me buy an vinyl album to listen to your music. I like vinyl and even have a turntable. But vinyl is a real pain to store. I could have about 10 albums at most. They do sound great and I appreciate listening to them. You have to face the fact that it's just not practical for the vast majority of people.

So if you have a store on your official site, please allow for, at least, high-quality electronic downloads. I'm happy to buy them. I do not want to store tens or hundreds of vinyl albums.

Oh, and why am I at your official site? Because I'd rather buy from you than from the online music retailers.

Also, please don't make it so that is required for your site to work.

On top of all that it always feels like leveling up as a writer— and I did. In addition to reading a third of a book (!) without even feeling like I missed out on the conference, I wrote 2000 words and completed several scenes I desperately needed in the novel I'm working on.

And it had so many small wonderful moments: Authors unashamedly talking about the stuff they've put on AO3; queer folks talking about their weird-ass families they've built; a moment where someone suggests that a heist works in any genre and someone says 'what about utopian fiction' and without missing a beat, a panelist replies 'That's "How the Grinch Stole Christmas"' to uproarious laughter.

So I'm starting to unpack my brain after readercon. I didn't have to travel home so maybe I get a head start here.

So much good conversation. How do we portray a post-police world in our writing? How can we guide the world through the climate catastrophe we've created? What parts of history have we ignored and misplaced?

What I love most is how much it's a feminist conference, a justice conference, dressed up as a genre fiction conference.

Normal: Eevee
Fire: Flareon
Water: Vaporeon
Electric: Jolteon
Psychic: Espeon
Dark: Umbreon
Ice: Glaceon
Grass: Leafeon
Fairy: Sylveon
Bug: Luncheon
Dragon: Patreon
Fighting: Bludgeon
Flying: Pigeon
Ghost: Napoleon
Ground: Dungeon
Poison: Nickelodeon
Rock: Takemeon
Steel: Surgeon

Google still keeps a list of everything you ever bought using Gmail, even if you delete your emails

"It also says you can delete this log by deleting the email, but three weeks after we deleted all email, the list is still there."

I finally wrote a test scene to develop my antagonist a bit. I really like her and her world, but I'm not sure it fits with my world yet. Always the tough decisions there, one's darlings and all.

Anyone have any reactions? Love it? Hate it? Want to know more? Trite? Confusing?

Writing a story with no end in mind and no chance to edit once you write a part is fun.

“Can I—” she felt her throat close up and that wave of feelings try to come out and overwhelm her. She swallowed it again. “Can I touch you?”

“I was h-hoping you’d ask.”

Two pairs of pants landed with a plop on the linoleum, and a spare blanket made a towel big enough for two.

Marianna helped untangle the elbow trapped in the shirt. There was another scar there, too, and she winced a little seeing it. The shirt landed with a plop on the linoleum, and there she was, as half-dressed as she was, still dripping wet but looking as scared as she was, and now just as vulnerable.

She would feel shy, but she had already cried in front of her, twice, and been angry and ashamed and that was even more bare than being naked. She peeled off the sopping wet shirt, and she went to rummage in the basket of laundry for a new one, and another to share. Danica followed suit but got stuck half way out of her shirt, tangled in the cord around her neck and the cloying wet fabric.

Her apartment was tiny, but it didn’t matter now. She had been ashamed to show it to Danica, but it was dry, and she did have two chairs at the table, even if she had never used one of them. Now they were standing in the one room apartment, dripping water all over the linoleum floor.

“It was a—c-car.” She found the word, finally, and relaxed just a little. Marianna pushed the shame that welled up away. She had been so angry, and so hurt and it was all so petty. “It was a—c-car.” She said it again like she was trying to make the word stick and it just wouldn’t. “I came here first, after. I just—g-got here.”

The tears flooded back and Marianna swallowed the wave that threatened to inundate her if she didn’t move. It would come again later. Now she knew what she had to do.

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