Sightless Scribbles

Mood: Ferociously hopeful, buzzing like a perfectly tuned bass string.

I’ve always been ineligible for residencies.

Throwback updates.

Throwback note.

This has been updated with better links, better commands, and some extra optional advanced configuration tutorials.

Mood: Tired.

This won't be a lengthy post.

Throwback notes.

Mood: Wanting to throw a $30,000 prototype into a lake.

This was previously published on Writer's Digest.

Read the story here Read the backlash background on this Wikipedia page here I’m sitting here remembering a short story published before the pandemic this year, in 2020.

The thought of changing the world comes to me quite often, when my friends and I are deep in a Dungeons and Dragons campaign and we’re playfully bantering about what direction we should head, as I’m quietly munching on a yummy chocolate chip cookie.

Mood: Functioning at 1000% efficiency.

The website that hosted this review is no longer online so I would like to keep it here.

Sadly, the review hosting this isn’t online anymore so I decided to publish it here, on my own website.

I experienced a trauma that my fellow disabled people encounter on a daily basis.

This was published on Vice.

A type of access in the publishing industry began swimming around my brain for the past week and I wanted to highlight why there should be more of it.

Sadly, the website that hosted this review is no longer online, so I am posting it here.

Another small update from me today.

The first time I heard about Passkeys I was about to email one of my dashingly swoon worthy friends.

This was previously published in the Artificial Divide anthology I remember the first out-and-proud fiction book I read that included an openly gay character.

There is a comforting, tactile safety in the old fashioned way of using a phone.

Mood: Melted.

Mood: Maliciously compliant.

Book censorship is very, very, important to me, so when I see libraries that directly challenge book censorship, well, I love them!

Listen to the audio version of Grieving Alongside Water You think you know what crying is.

The gaming website that had this article is no longer online anymore so I wanted to add it here, to my website.

Mood: System Overload (Cute Variation). > WELCOME TO ZORK: DISABILITY EDITION (v 2.4) > Copyright (c) The Universe Is A Glitch. > All rights reserved.

Where Home is Not Safe. writings on Domestic Verbal, Emotional and Physical Abuse Edited by Judith Skillman and Linera Lucas ISBN: 9781476683928 Description Even if you haven’t been hurt by domestic violence, someone you know has and wishes they could tell

Mood: Feeling like an archaeologist of breakfast foods.

The world always has a unique way of slapping me when I least expect it.

Mood: Tired.

Authors note.

Mood: Firery, cozy, and currently plotting the overthrow of capitalism via Romance tropes and cookies.

Mood: Intellectually combative but wishing I could have a masculine man hold my face.

Listen to The Acoustic Signature of Weather.

Listen to A Field Guide to the Personal Space Violations of Public Transit Public transit is a marvel of modern engineering and a complete failure of human social design.

Listen to The Cartography of an Open Palm I have written about hands before.

Listen to A Map of My Scars, Read by Your Fingertips.

Listen to Third Grade Letter to Santa Hi everyone.

There's a texture to grief very few examine.

Mood: Like finding a bird that can finally sing.

This essay was published in the local college newspaper when I attended-- what was then known-- as TCC.

This was previously published in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Making me Time.

Listen to the First Snowfall here.

Listen to A Bridge Made of Ableism The air in the bank was thick with the scent of old money and new anxiety.

Listen to An Open Letter to the Future Man Who Will Hold My Face Mood: Daring to hope that a man will read this and heed it like a religious text.

Listen to The Cruelty of Many, The Grace of One Mood: Like a found object, after being lost for a very long time.

Listen to The Gift Horse's Mouth is Full of Terrible Braille There is a special kind of terror reserved for the moment a well-meaning, sighted friend says, with a voice beaming with pride, “I got you something!