Delving into the Limbo Fridge

Sometimes you send something you found online to a friend because you want to brighten their day, and sometimes you send something you found online to a friend with the precise attitude and bearing of a cat very carefully lining up their paw with the back of another cat's head.

Writers have two modes and they are "i haven't written in three weeks and i am rotting from the inside and everything feels wrong and i don't know who i am anymore" and "i wrote for four hours straight and forgot to eat and it's dark outside and when did that happen and i feel like a god" and there is nothing in between. no chill. no medium setting. just famine or feast and a very confused nervous system.

Genuinely think the most underrated skill in writing is knowing when a scene is done. not perfect. done. there's a version of every scene that keeps going because you're scared to leave it, scared it wasn't enough, scared the next scene is harder. so you keep adding. one more line. one more beat. one more little moment. and the scene dies from it. it needed to end three paragraphs ago and you just kept talking because you didn't want to face what came next. same as real life actually.

big fan of the idea of the changling myth essentially being the fae doing bird-like nest parasitism on humans. the fae are simply too wily and free spirited to raise their own young so theyve evolved to mimic human young instead. its evolution babey.

the system relies on changeling children eventually being rejected by their human parents and fleeing into the wilds. unfortunately a lot of modern humans are WAY too ready to raise their weird unruly kid and write off their quirks as "neurodivergence" so consequently the fae parents are desperately standing on the outskirts of the village like "johnny please come back. youre destined to rejoin the fae. no stop playing with your nintendo. johnny please."

unfortunately i have free will so im about to make art that is going to appeal to basically 4 people. let us hope those 4 people follow me.

fortunately i have free will. and i am going to make art that will appeal to basically 4 people in my current sphere. but perhaps 1, 5, 10 years down the line, someone will find my art after days of desperate searching for that exact thing. across time and space we will connect. even if not now. i believe you're out there, and i'm writing for you, whenever you find this.

look i know this is resonating with people but i was specifically referring to me embroidering an image of a politician whose shoes are too big