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Recent posts
show prep
since i’ve not been doing a great job at writing about process, i thought i’d make a bit more detailed post about my upcoming show.
which is as far as i got in this blog before i got distracted with other things for 11 days.
i don’t even know where to begin.
with the bucket under me
i missed another month. sorry (not sorry 🤣😖)
in my “day job” (i call it that even though i a. don’t have a regular salary still and b. i do my best work early in the morning before the sun has even come up — and it’s so hard to catch those hours in the summertime) i’ve had a **very** stressful few months.
bad at process
i’m bad at writing about my process.
part of why i started journaling about this stuff was to finally get over it.
i may have talked about this previously — but process journals is something i have weirdly a lot of feelings about.
ugh pls no gross
i’m so used to writing just being part of my job.
i don’t even really think about it anymore.
just whatever word salad comes to mind makes it to the page, if my fingers are fast enough and i don’t get distracted by something else, some other thought, something shiny, a rumble in my belly, all the feeling around that.
still bad at resting
i’ve been meaning to write a journal or something here for a while. but life keeps getting away from me.
i’m supposed to be resting.
taking a break.
it feels like i just took one, and it was disastrous.
i didn’t mean to write a prayer
back to work, back to work!!!
pirates now included
miranda in living color
it’s really real.
like, un-fucking-believably real.
and, yeah — i’m talking about a kids’ book — and no, i’m not going to tamp down my excitement.
dimensional intersections and wavelengths
i’m supposed to be taking the next week off. i started writing this last week. now i’m supposed to be taking **this** week off and finally finishing this.
so of course i found “work” to do. 🤦🏻♀️
my car was repo’d earlier this week (last week - got it back yesterday - tldr: do mutual aid shit, it’s so important) — which is annoying, humiliating, frustrating, terrifying, and so many other feelings.
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.
remain joyful / no more water
fascism, particularly in the 21st century, thrives on attention. it demands it. it is fueled by it. it consumes attention and requires ever greater amounts. that attention fuels its shallow and hollow power. it only has the power we give it, and that power — power rooted in fear and control — is always fragile and transitory.
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.
a vlog because other formats are daunting rn
the more humane option
i’m icked out and stressed out and sick of not being able to get my proper medication. i feel overwhelmed by how many words it would take to describe how i’m feeling right now — sorry, just got interrupted
trying to get the brain gunk out
i never did get around to writing the thing(s) i wanted to work on yesterday. i thought i might try to work on it now, but i can’t. my brain’s too tired. or something.
maybe i’ll actually write something now.
i haven’t been writing much lately. i keep wanting to. i have a series of reminders i’ve set for myself to work on a children’s story, a speculative story about liberation, a space opera i started and abandoned, a time travel romance.
dance with me
there’s been a lot going on.
fighting the tide with teacups
you know… i had meant to do a whole blog recapping the show and the trip out to the buttonwood tree last week — but that’s not where i am right now, and it feels somehow too much the antithesis of the point of this blog.