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Apr. 12th, 2017 06:05 pm Start with short bursts of information, work up to longer posts. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.
I keep a journal almost every day, I start each entry with eating, wearing, reading and coveting. It's pleasant to give myself the space to just want objects.
I just got back from the Virgin Islands, where I vacationed with Light and Hands and Hips, where we spent as much time snorkeling as our bodies would allow. I saw all the fish, and many non-fish-shaped things (turtles, rays, pelicans, hummingbirds, donkeys, goats).
I just finished Mira Grant's Final Girls and it was the kind of engaging where I completely stopped registering the passage of time until I was done. I continue to try to remind myself to refer to all authors by their first and last names, because I occasionally find myself referring to female-identified authors by first names and male-identified authors by last names and it pisses me off when I notice. I'm listening to Ghost Talkers by Mary Robinette Kowal, and it's interesting, but there's something off that I can't identify, the same uneasy feeling that her Glamourist series gave me, something in the combination of period piece and gender roles that I don't like. Which is strange, because I often see her saying many things I agree with about happenings in fandom.
(Yes, sometimes like a scab I can't leave unpicked, I read about bad things happening at sff/literary type conventions. Despite what Abundance tells me about trying to get into service relationships with organizations (ie: Don't), I sometimes feel like it's a way to be useful, a way to find community that I should try again, but then I remember the moderate haze I left under and the burnout and the discomfort)
in other news: I'm trying to convince myself that if I/we can afford to have me quit my job, I don't need a better reason than being exhausted and feeling lost to quit.
I keep a journal almost every day, I start each entry with eating, wearing, reading and coveting. It's pleasant to give myself the space to just want objects.
I just got back from the Virgin Islands, where I vacationed with Light and Hands and Hips, where we spent as much time snorkeling as our bodies would allow. I saw all the fish, and many non-fish-shaped things (turtles, rays, pelicans, hummingbirds, donkeys, goats).
I just finished Mira Grant's Final Girls and it was the kind of engaging where I completely stopped registering the passage of time until I was done. I continue to try to remind myself to refer to all authors by their first and last names, because I occasionally find myself referring to female-identified authors by first names and male-identified authors by last names and it pisses me off when I notice. I'm listening to Ghost Talkers by Mary Robinette Kowal, and it's interesting, but there's something off that I can't identify, the same uneasy feeling that her Glamourist series gave me, something in the combination of period piece and gender roles that I don't like. Which is strange, because I often see her saying many things I agree with about happenings in fandom.
(Yes, sometimes like a scab I can't leave unpicked, I read about bad things happening at sff/literary type conventions. Despite what Abundance tells me about trying to get into service relationships with organizations (ie: Don't), I sometimes feel like it's a way to be useful, a way to find community that I should try again, but then I remember the moderate haze I left under and the burnout and the discomfort)
in other news: I'm trying to convince myself that if I/we can afford to have me quit my job, I don't need a better reason than being exhausted and feeling lost to quit.
