there are just days like that. "Wow, that was worth it. Not." I have writing workshop again tonight. Very strange story from a pro to start. Like "While You Were Sleeping" sort of, but in a mental hospital.

Hello friends. I wrote something about war and horror and life and hope, which you may want to read: [link] It's kind of a part 2 of [link]

You're in my thoughts.

Hi Shir!! Good to see your pixels!

Why am I so fucking tired? I went to sleep at a decent hour, I didn’t do too much yesterday, I slept plenty (and then reset my alarm and slept some more) but all I wanna do is get back in bed (…I don’t think it would be very effective because the construction workers across the alley are doing very loud obnoxious things this morning, but I still really want to)

Hi Shir!

Much health or, if necessary, peace~ma for Cagney.

I got my tax stuff around and uploaded it for my preparer. Here’s hoping for nothing unexpected. I also received an email from a place I’d applied last summer saying, “The position has been reposted with some changes. Please reapply.” So I did. Less than an hour later I got a “no thanks” e-mail. Like, dude, y’all reached out to me. WTF?

Someone letting AI handle their HR tasks...

That's shitty, Calli. Jesus.

All good thoughts your way, bee.

I was just wondering about him, bee. You're in my thoughts.

{{{beekaytee}}}

Thank you. It's good to see you too and to be here when I can.

~ma and thoughts for Cagney and beekaytee.

I forgot to post my good thoughts, but they are out there. For Shir and bee, both. Just be careful not to send the dog thoughts about the middle EAst and puppy thoughts to Israel. My challenge today will be to send constructive feedback to someone in my workshop that has written something that is just *phenomenally* ableist. The story isn't exactly *about* that, but he did get his protag in an accident, probably thinking "What a neat challenge," as rookies do.(I never thought anything would make me miss the spate of collegiate "OMG, the stick's blue," pregnancy-test stories that populated Creative Writing 102, but I would kill for that right now, even if they mostly showed me how little my male-presenting classmates understood the girls they boned.) College me might not have said much about this, beyond possibly that the phrase "confined to a wheelchair" gave her the ick in her mid-section, but I am feeling more responsibility now. I think maybe what I'll write is that I feel that there is a lot of bias in that section and that I'd recommend questioning assumptions and doing some research.