My work-in-progress (WIP) looks nothing like it used to. — I started These Ghosts of Ours — which I hesitantly call a novel — an embarrasingly long time ago, as a teenager. I’ve actually probably been working on it for half my life at this point, although I’ve had massive breaks of years when I didn’t do anything on it at all because my life was imploding in various ways, shapes, and forms. 😅 (If I’m lucky I may finish These Ghosts…

‘Hey, what can you say? / We were overdue / But it’ll be over soon / You wait’ — Bo Burnham, That Funny Feeling — Waiting for the end credits To roll on this Dreading and wishing in the same breath Cos this tension is creeping up my neck And if it’s gonna be over - If it’s gonna be over, I’d rather know than be left waiting on a dream that’s starting to sting …

It can’t wait until tomorrow — Somehow some people still seem to think climate change is a tomorrow problem. It’s not. It’s a today problem. I saw one of those things where they ask the public stuff on TV — y’know, they do it on the news and talk-shows and stuff like that. (It’s called something like a ‘voxpop’ — except that always makes me think of a lollipop that also plays music… which would be a lot cooler, when you think about it 😅)

Well, that was a low-earning month. Even for me. — November was a low-earning month for many people here on Medium. My earnings are usually low, and in November were even lower. My highest-earning post, though, (which racked up a grand total of $0.68! Woo!) was ‘Doctors Should Know Better’: Which is a post about mental health and ableism — so thanks to everyone who read and interacted with that one!

I’m really not interested, and I’m concerned that you seem to be — Dear Medium writers, I’m not sure what your robot overlords have promised you in exchange for furthering their reach over the squishy human writing machines, though I suspect that, in some cases at least, it is related to a financial transaction. Some of you are even honest enough to declare that — and…

…the future is waiting. — Three months from now we’ll be OK Three months from now there’s only suffering Three months from now the world will shine bright Three months from now is eternal darkness Three months from now this will be a bad memory Three months from now this will have been only the beginning of the end…

A quickfire, bullet-point, review of Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters — Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters I received a free digital review copy of this book via NetGalley as an opportunity to provide a fair and honest review. 🎩 Victorian girl Nancy Astley sees Kitty, a Drag King, perform on stage… and everything changes. 🎩 Now she’s Nan King, male impersonator — nothing will ever be…