on writing – The Oracle of Z

Coping with Happiness OR Yeah, sometimes I write poems

Yellow asiatic lilies against a background of raised beds

There are some days where you can feel the turn of the earth and know exactly where you are in time. The still fullness of life suddenly all around you. Now. Just a moment ago the leaves were small, the stalks short, the flowers buds, everything only promise and then – out of nowhere –Continue reading “Coping with Happiness OR Yeah, sometimes I write poems”

Companion to Lady Autist OR the autistic urge to over-explain

A white woman with wavy brown hair wearing an off-white sweater and blue jeans stands in a garden

This post is, as stated, a companion to the post Lady Autist. I’d recommend reading them in tandem for context. It has been about a year since I posted anything to my blog. This is for many reasons: new job has been sapping all my creative energy, new job plus full life means not thatContinue reading “Companion to Lady Autist OR the autistic urge to over-explain”

Mediations on “Process,” OR the ratchet of linear time and the clockwork universe

wooden desk with a large monitor in the foreground with a view out the window of a government building in the background

Recently, I started a new job with a vague and fancy title. I am a Process Architect, specifically a Business Process Architect. Now, as titles go, I understand how pompous and jargon-y it is. I have worked in IT and IT-adjacent fields for over 15 years, and I know that the words we use –Continue reading “Mediations on “Process,” OR the ratchet of linear time and the clockwork universe”

On Writer’s Block, OR Being a solider in the army against the apocalypse

selfie style image of a white woman with brown hair and green eyes who has given up on plucking her eyebrows, looking to the side, with large Brussel sprout growing in the background

I write every day. I keep a journal which is part “day in the life” and part “holy shit, I was inadvertently really clever back there I should write more about that.” Writing that has not been just a re-cap of my daily life has been a total struggle for the last month and aContinue reading “On Writer’s Block, OR Being a solider in the army against the apocalypse”

Anapodoton OR I don’t write fiction anymore, but…

When I was young, before all the abstract reasoning had completely kicked in, I used to write stories. Because I am a collector and cataloger and archivist at heart I still have all these stories in journals and notebooks. At various points in my life I have taken them out and leafed through the pagesContinue reading “Anapodoton OR I don’t write fiction anymore, but…”