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Author: Karawynn

I am female, and a ferocious feminist; white, but a vehement anti-racist. I am an impassioned democratic socialist. I am a biromantic asexual in a polyamorous long-term relationship with an allosexual. I am autistic, with a long list of comorbid conditions, though I didn’t know that until I was 49. I am a stepmother to now-adult daughters, one of whom is also neurodiverse. I am a child abuse survivor who lives with mental illness. I have an autoimmune condition and am physically disabled. I read a great deal and sometimes I write.

Good and Angry

About a week ago I read the final book in Naomi Novik’s Scholomance trilogy, and found it … far more satisfying than most of the other books I’ve read recently, even ones that are arguably quite good. After some reflection, I decided this was because the narrating character, El, has an emotional range that begins at grumpy and escalates to…

Cooling Off

Right up front, I confess that I am mainly writing this post because I am procrastinating work. I can’t really run the household and associated projects and write a novel and do freelance work, so I have not been actively pursuing any proofreading gigs this year. But when an offer falls in my lap the way it did a few…

Various Fits

The last week and a half has been completely crazy but I have finally cobbled together enough time to write an update. We are now in week 36 of our 9-week kitchen remodel, and yes it’s still incredibly stressful, but the end is at last in sight. This might be the last week, or we might spill over one more.…

Revolution

So, it’s August. Our nine-week kitchen renovation project is now on week thirty. The only progress in the last two weeks is that we got doors on our upper cabinets. It’s the height of the monsoon season, and we still have to go outside to wash dishes. Jak still has to climb through a window to get to his office.…

Pay Attention

I’ve been closely observing myself at work on the Noemi book for a couple of weeks now, and two things are clear: one, my brain clearly revels in the complicated intricacies of worldbuilding; and two, writing prose — satisfying as it can be once I’ve done it well — is a fucking chore. As evidenced by the fact that I…

Feeding My Brain

So Jak recovered from his respiratory illness, never had a positive antigen test, and I never caught it (unless somehow the same bug gave us mutually exclusive symptoms, if that even is possible). So it looks like we have most likely managed to continue dodging Covid. Lovely as much of that trip was, it pretty much used up my risk…

Reboot

After a couple of years of laziness, by which I mean ‘posting the occasional personal update on Facebook because it’s easier,’ I’m trying once again to put my writing back under my own control. The plan right now is to keep personal content here, and limit use of FB to perhaps weekly check-ins. Let’s hope I can stick to it…

“Boo.”

I know, I ghosted my own blog. Here’s what happened. The pandemic delayed the publishing dates of several series novels I was waiting to read. Those novels all came out at once, in August. Simultaneously, several older fiction and nonfiction books that I had on hold at the library — some of them for many months — came up in…

Bottoms Up

As the trash fire in my home country rages on, I’ve been thinking about morality. Last week I read a novel set eight years after a flu pandemic killed 70% of the world population. The remaining population, at least in the United States, has concentrated in the cities, with a few scattered rural communities, leaving large areas of the country…

Initiation

Much of the point of starting up a blog again is to give myself space to be imperfect. I like Medium for essay-writing, but the formality of the platform can be daunting. I can’t muse or ramble there; I feel like anything I post has to clear a certain bar: painstaking research, tight prose, a certain completeness and elegance of…