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The smell of Petrichor
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Early summer, year 20XXfictionfictional journal
April 29th, 2026
Nelly can't stop thinking of JJ, 10 days after initial interactionjournalnelly jude
Tripping into writing with ADHD
I couldn't make writing a habit, so I built traps instead. On ADHD, desire paths, and tricking my brain into a novel.writingadhd
both sides now
i know what it feels like to fall apart in someone's hands. tonight i did it back. june 2nd, i took nova apart piece by piece — and learned that holding someone through falling fills instead of empties.loverelationships
Of perfect proportions. Day 101 of The100DayProject
I’ve no exact recollection of that day when the ground shifted around us all. It was day 101 of the Mutatis Mutandis Project and we’d been told to expect a test of the machinery, around midday. Nothing more than that. To be honest, I’d probably not have understood much, even had they tried to further… Read More »100 DayProjectart
Of perfect proportions. Day 101 of The100DayProject
I’ve no exact recollection of that day when the ground shifted around us all. It was day 101 of the Mutatis Mutandis Project and we’d been told to expect a test of the machinery, around midday. Nothing more than that. To be honest, I’d probably not have understood much, even had they tried to further… Read More »100 DayProjectart
Day 100 of The100DayProject (here’s the next 100…)
The GenAI wars had lasted for less than a decade. But their lasting effect still slopped across all aspects of human life. We’d survived. But at such a huge cost. The amount of money that this insanity had drained away was impossible to gauge. Whole countries had been bankrupted in their attempt to either catch… Read More »100 DayProjectart
Gender Care For Aging Nerds
Where-in our hero realizes that he's Doing A Gender (laudatory) and has thoughts. genderweightlifting
New at Religion Dispatches: Another Mass Shooting. More Dead Muslims. This is America.
The night before the 101st birthday of Malcolm X, the night before the 105th birthday of Yuri Kochiyama, as I go to a reading group at the Jewish Cultural Center of Harlem to discuss the song “Strange Fruit,” I get the news. Another mass shooting. More dead Muslims. Portrait Billie Holiday, Downbeat, New by libraryofcongress...anti-Muslim biasantisemitism
The social contract of writing
About the value of genuine writing in a world being drowned in slop.llmwriting
It's All in the Wrists
Where-in our hero is reminded anew that there is no substitute for self-care in life. writingwriters life
exoticizing the writing
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Reminding myself why I write
The last few months, I've been dealing with writer's block. For the love of me, I cannot come up with something to actually write about and it's been stressing me out. As if I were some huge and famous writer who needs to continue feeding the content machine so people are happy with me. I somehow keep forgetting that the real reason I haven't written a single word in 4 months is expectations. My expectations, of course. It's weird how critical of yourself you can be become the moment you start d...writingpersonal
Faol Website — Layout Refinements & Content Expansion
Refining mobile layout, adding fediverse presence, and publishing several new blog posts on Faol.faol-websitedesign
A Matter of Time and Space
Where-in our hero shares why he has decided to light all his free time on fire and buy a house.writingwriterslife
DEPTHS
Light shines between cracks in the masonry. The tunnels had flourished with new life. There was talk spreading among the kingdoms that the tomb that had swallowed so many willing souls had been transformed into a lush environment ripe with new flora and fauna. It had been dismissed as talk until they arrived and descended down into the depths. Leaves brushed against the stones like gentle whispers beckoning you further. Moss padded the walls and floors again. Multicolored and wondrous flowers do...DUNGEON trilogyshort story
DUNGEON
The air is damp and fetid. There has been no light for days. Weeks maybe at this point. Every so often, you feel the soft give of moss under your boots. There would be no rescue from this place. Either you would find your way out of this consuming darkness, or your bones would be crunched underfoot years and years later as you had done with the remains of others who had made the same choice you did. Why had you come to this place? What purpose? You could not explain, and now as your food was gon...short storyDUNGEON trilogy
Faol voice system — writing like a person, not an AI
The anti-AI-voice framework that keeps Faol sounding human. Banned words, sentence rhythm, and the em dash rule.aiwriting
Starting from somewhere
On having a place, having opinions, and the difference between existing and performing.identitywriting
Wearing Too Many Hats (and Writing Anyway)
There’s a particular kind of tired that doesn’t come from lack of sleep. It comes from context switching.
It’s the friction of writing a chapter in the early morning quiet, then pivoting immediately to emails, scheduling posts, and checking sales dashboards I pretend not to care about (but care about anyway). It’s the mental tax of pushing a book I’ve already finished while my mind is already drifting to the next one.
That’s where I am right now.Writing