I’ve moved my fiction writing stuff to @upwardwrites! I want to have fun with prompts and character asks without clogging up the main blog. Enjoy!
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I’ve moved my fiction writing stuff to @upwardwrites! I want to have fun with prompts and character asks without clogging up the main blog. Enjoy!

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we're not going to make it
we will make it
it'll take too long to rebuild ourselves
we will make it
but what if we don't wake up in the morning
we will make it
i don't see a future with me in it
we will make it
we'll give up long before then
we will make it
im scared
i love you. we will make it
The votes on this post. Oh. A poem in poll form, interactive art, the fact we can see how the other people reading it felt. im. this is really good.
Wait was that me
There really really ought to be a book about how the staple crops of different civilizations shape and influence those civilizations, and I really want to read it.
Salt: A World History by Mark Kurlansky and A History of the World in 6 Glasses by Tom Standage (three are alcohol, three have caffeine) are not quite that, but may still be of interest?
I read Salt back in the day and it's so so good, second the rec. I have heard of 6 Glasses and not read it but I am sure I would probably love it. Gotta see if the library has it. Thank you!
Gonna throw Empire of Cotton by Sven Beckert in the ring here! You'll never see the modern world the same way again.
A Short History Of The World According To Sheep by Sally Coulthard blew my mind. So many things are tied to wool and sheep and weaving and so many words and phrases are tied to wool, people have no idea.
Example words which come from textiles/weaving, if not specifically wool (go look them up!): subtle, shoddy, tabby, Brazil, rocket, twit, warped, going batty, on tenterhooks, text...
I'll throw in a rec for Pickled, Potted, and Canned by Sue Shephard - a very interesting look at food preservation and how the availability of different types of food preservation shaped cultures and cuisines.
Sweetness and Power is this but for the topic of sugar
The Lost Supper: Searching for the Future of Food in the Flavors of the Past might also be up your alley. It's about "forgotten" foods and staples. They talk about different types of wheat, sauces, veggies, etc and a little about the cultures from whence they come
Also: Much Depends on Dinner by Margaret Visser. One of my favourite books.
DO I HAVE A SERIES FOR YOU. University of California Press has a gift for you and it is a 80+ book series on food studies. There are even some that are open access (legally free), but the rest are in libraries.
I also highly recommend Frostbite by Nicola Twilley. It’s about the impact refrigeration has had/is having on food preservation and culture, globally. It was one of my favorite books of this last year.
Also, The Rice Theory of Culture https://scholarworks.gvsu.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1172&context=orpc By Thomas Talhelm
Consider the Fork isn’t about food itself exactly but all about cooking technology and how it changed how and what we eat
Roughly 100 years ago I took a college course called "Science, Technology, and Society" that talked about this kind of stuff. The piece I remember most clearly is how the development of stirrups changed the conduct of war and then how that rippled across society. (I should find the book from that again, I suspect I would find it more interesting now than I did then.)
the odyssey as a story about a man walking the twisting turning line between the deceit and disguise necessary to his survival on one side, and a complete loss of identity on the other
The poles of heroic renown and utter anonymity between which the hero moves throughout the epic, always simultaneously complicating and enriching our sense of who he is, are conflated at the end of the story. Here, Odysseus, finally returned to the land of which he is king, must nonetheless assume the disguise of a nameless beggar in order to infiltrate his own palace and test the loyalty of those nearest and dearest to him—wife, son, father, members of his household, none of whom know, at first, who he really is—as part of a canny plot to reclaim his true, royal identity. These oscillations between apparently extremes of identity—"no one" or rock star? beggar or king? “stranger” or native? singer or song? unknown stranger or intimate family member?—help frame what are, perhaps, the poem’s most profound questions. How do we know who someone is? How do we know who we ourselves are? What is the difference between our inner and outer selves—between the “I” that remains constant as we make the journey from birth to death, and the self we present to the world, which we sometimes choose to alter but is sometimes changed by circumstances beyond our control? How is it we always feel we are “ourselves” even as we acknowledge that we evolve and change over time, both physically and emotionally? The latter paradox in particular lends urgency and an almost tragic poignancy to the climax of the romantic plot. When Odysseus seeks to reveal himself at last to Penelope, he has to prove that he is the same person who left twenty years earlier. But of course, no one can be the same person after twenty years of suffering. So just what is being “recognized” when those two come together again at last? And so this work, famous for its exciting narrative of the hero’s adventures in exotic worlds and among strange creatures, is in fact preoccupied above all with the business of being a human being—an identity that turns out to be defined by relationships: between hosts and guests, strangers and intimates, foreigners and countrymen, mortals and immortals; between the idealized past and the troubled present, the dead and the living; between men and women, spouses and lovers, parents and children; relationships, finally, among the myriad and sometimes contradictory elements of our own natures. Readers who are attentive to this aspect of the epic will not be surprised when, at the end of the story, it becomes clear that the object of Odysseus’ many wanderings through time and space was not simply to reach Ithaka, or even to reach his son, his wife, and his father, but rather to be reintegrated into the entire web of relationships—emotional, familial, political—that define his homeland and, hence, define him.
Daniel Mendelsohn, Introduction to the Odyssey (2025)

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Do you have any writing experience (as in, previous books or even fanfic) or did you one day decide to write the Sir Cameron book and suddenly became an author?
(What I'm trying to say is, has your writing talent been lying dormant this whole time or was it just your first *professionally published* book?)
oh boy!
so when I was a kid, my favourite author was Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. she wrote her first professional novel at 14, and my thinking was, I needed to do that, because if my fourteenth birthday passed and I hadn't published a book, I'd be an irredeemable failure.
anyway. many years later, after many horrible unfinished novels, and many horrible short stories, and shelves full of books like YOUR FIRST DRAFT and 50 FIRST PAGES, I finally finished a manuscript. and managed to sell it!
I get how from an outside perspective it looks like I just wrote a book on a whim, but in actuality I am standing on a mountain of my own failures. it's just that the heap finally got tall enough for me to actually get anywhere
YES 100%
that's why I got so frustrated when I saw someone say "Greer's risographs are beautiful, but they suck at writing", because it's like....... my illustrations were shit for many, many years before I hit the skill level to illustrate professionally.
and at several points while I was learning how to paint and draw, I had PROFESSORS bluntly tell me "you're not good at this. you're not skilled enough. if people bought a book that included your illustrations, they'd be mad about the quality." and if I'd listened to any of them and stopped, I would've never have reached where I am today, where even the people who dislike me have to begrudgingly admit that I draw good.
tl;dr give yourself the grace to suck at shit, and give the finger to anyone who tell you to stop.
sometimes water tastes so good and you drink it in such a ferociously passionate way that you frighten yourself
Really thought creative director was my dream job. In some ways it is. Jetting off to Memphis and New York and LA to tell people how to do this whole fundraising thing over decent dinners and decent bottles of wine.
And I’m good at it. I’m so goddamn good at it. In another five, I could probably set up a lean consulting gig if I had the hustle. And a desire to keep my own books and do my invoicing.
I realize I sound like a shit. I’m lucky. I know. And I worked HARD for this. Late nights, a lot of screaming into the void, a fuck ton of mistakes. I EARNED this.
But … Not my dream job.
Spent more than 10 years chasing it too. Got a solid raise and a more solid bonus this year.
Not my dream job. Fulfillment is rare. Not the money. Mostly fuck the money except it IS the money because I’m the breadwinner. That part - that part is hard.
Now I’m sitting here trying to figure out how to change careers as the sole earner and trying not to be impulsive bc I can’t be. But to trade all that hard work for something I don’t know …
But I think I do know. Just don’t know how the fuck to get there.
Dream jobs are a lie. There is no dream job. There is only the job that is most compatible with what you want to do after it's done.
Have some goddamn faith
A scene with Dutch and Arthur

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I’m sitting outside in the breeze and thinking about the storms coming tomorrow. I’m thinking about rain and thunder and soil erosion. My back deck is a green living garden now. I’m dreaming about wool and sheep and getting more land. There’s lavender swaying in the wind and I’m debating my next yarn dyeing project as thick wool skeins soak in my shed.
But all this coalesces into one shimmering truth:
Quitting my dream job is the best decision I’ve made in a long time.
My grandmother was buried in a brilliant sequin dress she chose herself from Goodwill five years prior. She lay there during the wake and the wailing women looking like a technicolor peacock, shimmering head to toe in scales of pink and blue and green. It was only $14.95 before tax. I know that because she left the price tag on the sleeve and it draped gently down her wrist where they’d crossed her hands. I laughed too loudly but my older brothers did too — and the only time our cousin Mary Lou stopped laughing was for the fifteen minutes of exaggerated, sobbing grief a wailing woman is hired to perform. But I love the thought that down in the steel-colored dirt on laurel ridge, there’s a coffin full of sequins.
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Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025
A different approach to promises for the new year after a restless one that left me unmoored.
- Every day, I will carve out time for my writing. Maybe a single sentence scratched out on my phone after the lights are off or a revision. And I will not cheat myself by not charging the time spent just … thinking. But this year will be more than feast or famine or fever.
- Every day, I will read. Lose less time to mind-numbing bad reels, especially when I have kindle at my fingertips. Close my days with a book, not a screen, whenever possible.
- Make good food I love that’s also good for my brain.
- Remember to move and then move more and that being outside is the best fix for some things I can’t diagnose. Very few meeting actually require that I sit.
- Make things I love and learn to make more. More fiber arts, more writing, more photos, more art.
- buy less. And buy intentionally.