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Recent posts

the miranda process sketches,
i figured i’d put all of lettie jane’s process sketches here in one post, so it’s easier to find ‘em without having to scroll past all my words.
miranda comes to life
i’m so excited, y’all.
the world is on fire, i’m making no money, i can’t pay my bills, the prospect of my becoming stateless is feeling more real than ever before in my life.
but i’m fuckin’ fired up.

new energy for old projects
i started writing a new blog post last week, and then never finished it.
i’m not really sure where i was going with it — and i’m not sure at this point i find it’s worth going back to.
the best parts of my practice lately have come from serendipity, from leaning into chaos energy, from allowing the flow to take hold.
the "wrong" twelve hundred words
i was trying to work on finish up my expansion of "after gelderloos" (really wanna look at changing that title) today — and i wrote over twelve hundred words, but they weren't necessarily the ones i wanted to write.
leaning in to being scatterbrained
there's been a lot more activity here lately than i had been creating before. partly, i suppose, because i feel like i need an outlet for all of the various things i'm doing, and i really am committed to staying clear of (most forms of) social media.
i think the entire nature of social media, and digital interactions in general, is dehumanizing. what i've come to call the "people-in-cars" phenomena.
The Misery of Aphok
Little bit of intro... this piece is old. Very old. I wrote it originally in like 2005–2007 or thereabouts as part of a sci-fi novel i was working on that i called "The Passenger." This story was supposed to be a folktale from one of the unaligned (as in, not directly associated with one of the major powers) planets in that story's universe. I keep thinking I'd like to expand on the idea, by writing a bunch of different folktales set in a sci-fi universe.