Here's the gist: do not be an asshole to people who are already suffering.
Just the thought of sending your work to be published along with "real" writers you admire is just...stomachache-inducing.
I'm not trying to be a pessimist, I'm just trying to be prepared.
I've heard this saying a lot, and I really like the idea of it, but actually doing it...that's another story.
Fiction about women supporting women? A cast of characters that is almost entirely POC? Nuanced discussion of international adoption and the trauma of assimilation? Yes please.
Stay away from Target.
I feel like my brain is just constantly processing and coping and that's great, really, my life is so much better now than it was five or even just one year ago because of this, but the result is just constant exhaustion.
I'm a freezer. My brain has learned that fighting almost always makes the situation worse, and running betrays the panic I feel inside which could also make things worse, so I just freeze up.
It's finally starting to feel a bit more like fall and a little less like Hell's armpit, so to celebrate, I made a quiz!
Overall, life has been really good lately. Chaotic and full of big changes, sure, but good in that way that makes your soul feel warm.