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I'm Simone. You knew me as Jo, but I may as well use the name I use nearly everywhere else.

I like to write but, honestly, your six-year-old could probably do better. I'm afraid the sophistication train left without me.

I'm very left, very late trans. Manqué in most things. I love a lot, talk too much, eat too much, drink too little, worship nothing, believe in the Absurd.

Pay no attention to me.

Avatar is "Study for the Lady Clare" by John William Waterhouse.

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Itinerant wire-frame alien, visiting from a virtual world.

Came for the science, stayed for the curry.

Encrypts reports with absurdism, masquerading as creative writing.

Privacy policy: Your cookies are safe with me, honest.

“Never make fun of people for mispronouncing a word. It means they learned it by reading.”

I’m in a restaurant and they’re playing some soft plinky piano music that sounds like it would play over a world-weary PI in the third act of a noir film who’s stopped trudging through the heavy rain for a moment after a long difficult night to glance into the windows of a diner where all the people seem happy, eating breakfast together in small groups in the golden light, and the PI reflects that you never truly know a person, not really

i cant believe i have to say this but im going to have to publicly declare that sending me DMs shaking me down and demanding my position on ace exclusion are, as a rule, going to go unanswered because fuck you if you have a specific problem discuss it, but i will not be a party to your disingenuous purity crusade

also if i get a whiff that you're dming a bunch of the coven along these lines im probably going to ban you. find a healthier way to deal with the dopamine withdrawal from not having dogpiles to participate in on tumblr 24/7

yesterday, chased off the mountain by snow. Enveloped. The whole thing. Walk started like the first picture, and after a half hour we turned back. Driving away you couldn't even see the mountain, just grey from ground to endless sky above. So disappointing, and I was so eager. Too slick and icy now. For us, we'll find another place to explore today.

As for the mountain, we'll meet you again. There is something about this rugged land that I love.
#smallstories

I’d been putting off getting in touch with someone because I felt super bad about losing touch with them in the first place, but I buckled down last week and emailed them. They just emailed me back and said it took them so long to reply because they felt horrible about losing touch with me, and they’d gotten caught up in a loop of that, and that they were really glad I’d reached out. Moral of the story: don’t be afraid to take that first step

Google asked a writer to make a presentation for their employees to then broadcast and monetize for free.

He would have been the only person in the room not being paid.

This is everywhere. People wanna consume writers’ work, but don’t wanna pay them enough to eat.

I'm Simone. You knew me as Jo, but I may as well use the name I use nearly everywhere else.

I like to write but, honestly, your six-year-old could probably do better. I'm afraid the sophistication train left without me.

I'm very left, very late trans. Manqué in most things. I love a lot, talk too much, eat too much, drink too little, worship nothing, believe in the Absurd.

Pay no attention to me.

Avatar is "Study for the Lady Clare" by John William Waterhouse.

Live well and kindly, out of spite if you have to.

While still writing my novel for , I wondered whether it would be the start of a series. When I finished it, I'd changed my mind: I'd tied up all loose ends and it would surely have to stand alone.

Yet a few days later I thought about adding an epilogue (because it's hard to stop writing, right?). There were loose ends after all. There were things a reader would want to know, things I wanted to know. It wasn't an epilogue at all. It was a prologue for my second book!
again!

“I did it because I had too.”
“You had no choice?’
“No choice.”
“And you just kept going?”
“Yes. Till it was done.”

“So now what?”
“I don’t know. At first I missed them all.”
“The characters?”
“Yes. I knew them so well.”
“They were real for you?”
“Leaving them there felt like grief - at first.”
“And now?”
“Now I just feel empty.”

“But there’s always next year, right?”
“I can’t wait that long. I can’t! I have to start writing again...”

Someone asked me why I write.

I don’t write because I have something to tell the world.
I don’t write to change people or things.
I don’t write to persuade you of anything.

I write just because I enjoy the act of creation with words.
It’s a selfish, solitary act.
But as selfish, solitary acts go, it may bring a smile to your face!

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