Wordless Wednesday – Into the Woods
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So I’ve been thinking about this Bob Marley quote lately: “The people who were trying to make this world worse are not taking the day off. Why should I?” And honestly? It’s been stuck in my brain like a song you can’t shake, especially with everything happening right now in the US and, well, pretty much everywhere else.
I mean, you turn on the news these days and it’s like… where do I even start? Climate disasters, political chaos, social injustice – it feels like the bad guys are working overtime while the rest of us are just trying to figure out what to have for lunch. But that’s exactly why Bob’s words pack such a punch, you know?
Think about it – the people causing harm, spreading hate, destroying our planet? They’re not clocking out at 5 PM. They’re not taking mental health days or going on vacation from their terrible agenda. They’re persistent, they’re organized, and they’re relentless.
I was scrolling through social media the other day (mistake number one, I know), and I saw this thread about how certain political groups are literally meeting every single day to strategize ways to roll back voting rights. Every. Single. Day. Meanwhile, I struggle to remember to water my plants twice a week.
But here’s the thing that gets me fired up about Marley’s quote – it’s not about guilt-tripping us into becoming workaholics for good causes. It’s about recognizing that making the world better requires the same kind of dedication that making it worse does.
You don’t have to quit your day job and become a full-time activist (though if that’s your calling, go for it). Sometimes “not taking the day off” looks like calling your representatives while you’re waiting for your coffee to brew. Sometimes it’s having those uncomfortable conversations with family members at dinner. Sometimes it’s just showing up to vote in local elections that nobody talks about but actually affect your daily life way more than presidential races.
I remember this one time, I was feeling completely overwhelmed by everything wrong with the world. Like, paralyzed by it. My friend Sarah told me something that stuck: “You can’t save everyone, but you can save someone. And you can’t fix everything, but you can fix something.”
That really shifted my perspective. The bad actors aren’t trying to destroy everything all at once – they’re chipping away, bit by bit, day by day. So why shouldn’t our response be the same? Consistent, persistent, relentless good.
Now, I have to acknowledge something here – not everyone has the luxury of not taking a day off from world-changing. Some people are barely keeping their heads above water, working multiple jobs, dealing with health issues, caring for family members. The quote hits different when you’re in survival mode.
But I think that’s part of what makes it so powerful. Marley wasn’t speaking from a place of privilege – he lived through poverty, violence, and oppression. When he talked about not taking the day off, he was speaking from experience about what it takes to push back against systems designed to keep people down.
For me, it means staying informed even when the news makes me want to hide under my covers. It means donating when I can, volunteering when I can’t donate, and speaking up when I witness injustice – even when (especially when) it’s awkward.
It means remembering that every small action matters. That text you send checking on a friend who’s struggling? That matters. The local business you choose to support instead of the big chain? That matters. The time you spend listening to someone whose experience is different from yours? That definitely matters.
Sometimes it’s as simple as choosing hope over cynicism, which honestly feels revolutionary these days.
I’ve started thinking about social change like training for a marathon. You don’t run 26 miles on day one – you’d burn out or injure yourself. But you do show up consistently, build your stamina, and keep your eyes on the finish line.
The people working to make things worse? They understand this marathon mentality. They play the long game. They’re patient. They’re strategic. And that’s exactly why we need to match their energy with our own sustained effort toward justice and healing.
The beautiful thing about Bob’s words is that they’re not prescriptive. He’s not telling you exactly how to spend your energy – just that you should spend it. Maybe your thing is environmental activism. Maybe it’s education reform. Maybe it’s supporting local artists or feeding people experiencing homelessness.
What matters is showing up consistently in whatever way feels authentic to you. Because the alternative – letting the destructive forces have the field to themselves – just isn’t an option.
So yeah, the people trying to make this world worse definitely aren’t taking the day off. But neither are we. And there are way more of us than there are of them.
That’s something worth remembering on the hard days.
Stay strong, stay engaged, and keep showing up.
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(Or why your vampire might prefer Chicago over Cleveland)
Let’s talk cities. Not the kind with brochures and trolley tours—though, yes, ghost tours are a must—but the gritty, rain-slicked, neon-lit, mystery-drenched kind that practically hum with supernatural possibility.
You know the type. The city that’s less “background noise” and more “this place will chew you up and spit out your bones, but like…in a magical way.” If you’re writing (or reading) urban fantasy, paranormal noir, supernatural thrillers, or anything that goes bump between skyscrapers, you need to think of the city not just as a setting—but as a character.
This post is mostly for my fellow writers, but if you’re a reader of Urban Fantasy or Supernatural Fiction, you’ll probably still find yourself nodding along like, “Yep. I knew New Orleans had ghosts in the sidewalks.”
Think about The Dresden Files. Could Harry Dresden function the same way if he lived in, say, Des Moines? No shade to Iowa, but Chicago is baked into his DNA. The biting wind, the history, the political corruption, the layered architecture (literal and metaphorical)—Chicago is the magic in that series. You can practically hear the El trains echoing in his spellwork.
Or Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. London isn’t just the backdrop; it splinters into a whole underground mythos. It drips with old magic and forgotten alleys and subway gods. London Below is a twisted mirror of the actual city, and without London’s ancient bones, the story just wouldn’t have teeth.
Cities naturally come with built-in tension—class divides, gentrification, unsolved crimes, too many people crammed into not enough space. Now throw in a secret werewolf pack in Brooklyn or a necromancer keeping rent-controlled ghosts in San Francisco, and suddenly the supernatural bits don’t feel so far-fetched, do they?
Take The City We Became by N.K. Jemisin. Each borough of New York literally comes alive—like, human-avatar level alive. The city’s personality is the plot. There’s graffiti-level magic and eldritch invasions, sure, but it’s also about culture, resistance, community, and identity. The city isn’t just where things happen. It’s why they happen.
Urban landscapes naturally lend themselves to the spooky and strange. There’s something about flickering streetlights, steam rising from manholes, and alleys that look just a little too quiet. Cities are full of liminal spaces—transit systems, rooftops, abandoned factories—that practically beg for magical weirdness.
Rivers of London (by Ben Aaronovitch) leans into this by grounding magic in the infrastructure of the city—rivers are gods, traffic has power, and the architecture holds secrets. It’s brilliant. And it makes the city feel alive in a way that suburban sprawl just… doesn’t.
You can get really specific with tone just by picking the right city. Want ancient secrets and ghosts tangled in the Spanish moss? Drop your story into Savannah. Need rainy gloom and underground magic? Seattle’s got you. Desire glamour with a side of decay? Hello, Los Angeles.
One of my favorite examples: The Beautiful by Renée Ahdieh. Set in 1872 New Orleans, it wraps you in opulence, rot, and vampires. The city oozes charm and danger. You smell the blood in the bayou and the perfume in the parlor. It’s lush and decadent and you know—know—there’s something unholy under the floorboards.
I’m just gonna say it: if your supernatural city doesn’t have a shady past or some unsolved mystery, what are we even doing here?
The best urban fantasy weaves in real-life history like it was always magical. Murders that never got solved? Witch trials? Abandoned asylums turned condos? Use it. Cities are basically story graveyards, and you get to dig up the bones and whisper to them.
My own writing has dipped into this—I set a paranormal detective story in 1930s Chicago (because of course I did), and let me tell you, between the mobsters, the speakeasies, and the corruption, I didn’t need to invent much. I just added ghosts. The city did the rest.
This might sound dramatic, but nothing kills a story faster for me than a city that feels like it was pasted on with digital wallpaper. I want to taste the coffee from the bodega, feel the subway grime under my character’s fingernails, hear the street preacher screaming about demons on a corner that absolutely exists somewhere.
Even if you’re inventing a fictional city, like Night Vale or Hollows (from Kim Harrison’s The Hollows series), you want to treat it with the same messy, flawed reverence you’d give a real place.
Give your city quirks. Give it moods. Let it be weird and unpredictable and inconvenient. Cities are more than just backdrops for your haunted antique shops and secret supernatural nightclubs. They are the mood. The muscle. The rhythm.
So go ahead—write the alleyway that leads to another world, the haunted subway line, the rooftop where witches cast spells using broken satellite dishes.
And let the city speak.
Alright, I’ve rambled enough. I need to go eavesdrop on the guy muttering to pigeons outside my window—he might be casting something.
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Sometimes you just want a book that gives you vibes. You know what I mean? Something that’s a little eerie, a little sexy, maybe has some spells flying or ghosts whispering in the attic—and unapologetically queer. Because while I love a good haunted house or vampire romance, I want my monsters and magic served with a side of queer yearning, thank you very much.
So, I made a list. A lovingly curated stack of queer paranormal books to binge when your soul’s feeling all shadowy and sparkly at the same time. Light some candles, maybe brew a questionable herbal tea (it’s called ambiance), and let’s dive in.
Ghosts. Murder. Closeted TV ghost-hunter dads. This one had me hooked from chapter one. It’s set in a creepy small town where teens are going missing, and the vibe is deliciously unnerving. Oh—and the sapphic slow burn? Absolute chef’s—wait, no, not saying it. It’s perfect.
If you haven’t read this one yet, I’m both jealous of you and a little bit suspicious. It’s like warm pan dulce and cold night air wrapped in one book. Yadriel is a trans brujo trying to prove himself, and he ends up summoning a ghost with unfinished business (who is also ridiculously cute and annoying). It’s spooky, sweet, and steeped in Latinx culture and heart.
Okay yes, another Aiden Thomas book, but hear me out—this one is like if The Hunger Games went to queer magical summer camp. It’s not as horror-heavy, but it has gods, monsters, trials, and a rainbow of identities. Trans rep, demi rep, gay rep—it’s basically a Pride parade with knives.
This one is… odd. Beautifully odd. It’s literary horror, with a haunted house that may or may not be alive and xenophobia that literally creeps in through the walls. There’s a queer love story, but the whole book is like reading a dream that might smother you in your sleep. A+ for unsettling vibes.
Creepy forests. Moody teens. Mysterious deaths. And bisexual representation! Honestly, it scratches that Stranger Things meets The Raven Cycle itch. Small-town secrets and paranormal curses are my literary catnip.
This is Dracula’s bride reimagined as a queer, polyamorous Gothic goddess reclaiming her power. It’s dark and decadent and written in this poetic prose that makes you want to underline every other sentence. (Also, toxic vampire relationships? We love unpacking those.)
This one’s newer and… wow. Just wow. It’s weird, it’s tender, it’s monstrous. A grieving mother raises her dead son into a creature—yes, it goes there—and there’s this undercurrent of queerness and identity and transformation. It’s tender horror, if that makes sense?
This one hit me in the face like a thunderclap. Girls are going missing. There’s a supernatural predator. And our sapphic heroines? So good. The atmosphere is sticky and strange, and the horror element is very much there without being overbearing. It’s empowering and haunting all at once.
Imagine Lord of the Flies but with queer girls and body horror and mysterious island quarantines. Yeah. That. The prose is lush and brutal and there’s this sense of decay and transformation throughout that I kind of loved. It’s not a romance-y book, but the queerness is there and it’s messy and real.
Okay. Vampires. Monster hunting. Found family. Queer romance. Polyamory. I devoured this one with the same glee I have when I find discount Halloween candy in November. It’s action-packed and a little gory, but also swoony and funny. Don’t sleep on this one.
A queer boy infiltrates a mysterious all-girls retreat after his sister dies under suspicious circumstances. The bees. The weirdness. The unsettling perfection of it all. It’s like Midsommar but with queerness and grief and a big helping of WTF. I was enthralled.
Lesbian marine biologists + killer mermaids. That’s it. That’s the pitch. Also: the mermaids are horrifying, and I loved every squishy, scream-inducing second of it.
I don’t know about you, but I kind of want to curl up in a haunted mansion with these now. (Ideally with ghost-proof snacks and some enchanted tea. Maybe a cat who talks. Not required, but would be nice.)
If you’ve got favorites I missed, please send them my way. I’m always down to add a few more queer ghosts, witches, and vampires to my shelf.
Until then—read dark, stay magical, and never trust a mysterious bookshop that wasn’t there yesterday.
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So I stumbled across this quote by Matt Gemmell recently and it made me stop mid-sip of my overpriced oat milk latte and go, “YES. THIS. FINALLY.” Here it is:
“It’s OK to cut out negative people from your life. Everyone has a right to their opinion, but people don’t have a free pass to be heard by you, particularly if their manner of expression is consistently unpleasant or unproductive.”
I’m not saying I got it tattooed across my chest in Comic Sans, but I did scribble it on a Post-it and slap it on my fridge next to a magnet shaped like a screaming possum. Because let’s be real: some people are walking thunderclouds who never bring snacks or decent conversation to the party. Okay, onto the rant!
You know that person in your life (or maybe just on your Facebook feed) who thinks “just saying what everyone’s thinking” is an excuse to be a relentless buzzkill or an aggressively loud conspiracy theorist? Yeah. Them. They love to scream “FREE SPEECH!” like it’s a golden ticket to the Chocolate Factory of your attention span.
But here’s the thing—and it’s a big one, like family-reunion-potato-salad big: they have the right to speak, sure. But you also have the glorious, soul-saving, peace-restoring right to not listen. Freedom of speech doesn’t come with a built-in megaphone that points directly at your face 24/7. It’s not some magical force that requires you to sit politely while someone insults your intelligence, identity, or basic sense of decency.
There’s a weird guilt that comes with cutting people off, especially if you were raised with that whole “be nice no matter what” kind of vibe. But sometimes? Being “nice” to toxic people just gives them a comfy seat on the couch of your life, where they can kick off their muddy boots and spread negativity like glitter at a toddler’s birthday party. And glitter, as we all know, never leaves.
So let’s just say it out loud: You don’t have to keep someone in your life just because you’ve known them since high school or they’re your second cousin or they once lent you a lawn chair in 2009. If someone constantly makes you feel like trash wrapped in tinfoil, you are not obligated to keep giving them access to your emotional bandwidth.
Have you noticed how everyone suddenly has a podcast or a TikTok where they’re just… confidently wrong? Like, proudly peddling conspiracy theories they found in a Reddit thread written by a guy whose profile picture is a lizard smoking a cigar?
There’s a lot of noise out there right now. Political bile. Unfounded rage. Deep-fried misinformation. People using “opinion” as a shield for racism, bigotry, and just plain being a jerk. And if you’re anything like me, it starts to feel like walking through a crowded room where everyone’s yelling into a megaphone made of static.
You don’t owe your mental health to every loudmouth with a hot take. You are not a public service announcement. You are not a debate moderator. You are not legally required to “hear both sides” when one side is spouting hatred wrapped in the American flag and the other side is just trying to, you know, exist.
Let’s normalize saying “No thanks” to garbage energy. Let’s normalize muting people who drain us. Let’s normalize unfollowing the guy who thinks the moon landing was faked and that oat milk is a government mind-control serum (okay, I might listen to that one just for the entertainment value).
Cutting someone out doesn’t make you cruel. It makes you the bouncer at the club of your own sanity.
There’s a weird kind of freedom in reminding yourself that your attention is a privilege, not a guarantee. You can walk away from people who turn every conversation into a rage-fueled monologue. You can reclaim your headspace. You can choose joy, quiet, curiosity, love, literally anything other than someone else’s performative rage.
So here’s to turning down the volume, unfollowing without guilt, and leaving toxic folks on “read” forever. Your peace of mind deserves a little VIP treatment.
P.S. If someone’s ever told you “you’re too sensitive” just for asking to be treated with basic respect… they’re the problem, not you.
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So here’s a little confession: I used to be that guy. You know the one—I had a recurring Audible subscription and a library of audiobooks narrated by overly peppy voices that I kept meaning to finish. It was convenient. It was easy. But somewhere along the way, I realized I was quietly funneling money into the great, sprawling Amazonian beast. And the more I thought about it, the more it bothered me.
Then I found Libro.fm, and suddenly, I felt like I’d just discovered some magical little indie coffee shop in a world full of Starbucks. You know that feeling when you walk into a used bookstore and the air smells like paper, dust, and endless possibility? That’s what Libro.fm feels like, but for audiobooks.
At first glance, Libro.fm works pretty much like Audible. You pay a monthly fee (currently $14.99), and in return, you get one audiobook credit per month plus access to a bunch of great deals and curated playlists. But here’s the kicker: instead of handing over your money to Amazon, you’re supporting a local independent bookstore of your choice. Every. Single. Time.
Yes, seriously.
You get your audiobook, and your chosen indie bookstore gets a cut. It’s like the ultimate bookish win-win. I chose Boswell Books in Milwaukee, which is one of my favorite real-world bookstores—friendly staff, great events, and that dreamy smell of old wood floors and new pages. But there are tons of bookstores you can pick from, depending on where you live or just who you want to support. No gatekeeping.
Let’s talk pros. Because there are many. Grab a snack.
1. It Feels Good to Shop Here
There’s something deeply satisfying about knowing my audiobook habit is actually helping keep indie bookstores afloat. Every time I hit “Buy,” I don’t feel that little pang of regret like I used to with Amazon. I feel… kinda noble? Like a literary Robin Hood, but less arrows and more earbuds.
2. You Actually Own Your Audiobooks
This is a big one. With Audible, you’re kinda renting your books—if you ever cancel your membership, you can keep what you’ve downloaded but you’re still locked into Amazon’s ecosystem. With Libro.fm, you’re buying DRM-free audio files. That means you can download them, back them up, play them on any device. It’s yours. Forever. Like in the Before Times.
3. The App is Pretty Dang Good
I was skeptical. I mean, could they really rival Audible’s slick interface? But yeah, they totally can. The Libro.fm app has all the good stuff: sleep timer, variable speed playback (hello, 1.25x, my old friend), bookmarks, and an intuitive layout that doesn’t require a PhD in “why won’t this play on my phone.” I’ve used it on both iOS and Android with no hiccups.
4. The Staff Picks and Playlists Are Actually Cool
They’ve got these themed playlists curated by real bookstore employees—people who actually read and care. Not weird algorithm-generated “You might also like this 27-hour lecture on 18th-century plowing techniques.” I’ve found some absolute gems this way. It’s like having your favorite bookseller whispering in your ear.
5. You Can Gift Credits or Start a Membership for Someone
Perfect for that friend who says they don’t have time to read (but you know they’re stuck in traffic for 40 minutes every morning). Or just for someone who could use a pick-me-up that isn’t socks or a scented candle. Audiobooks = serotonin.
6. They’re Transparent AF
I love that they’re super open about where the money goes. You can see how much your bookstore earns, what the revenue split is, and they’re big on community and ethics. It’s refreshing. There’s no sleazy corporate fog hanging over them.
Okay, I promised to be honest, so here are a couple of minor nitpicks:
Libro.fm just feels better. Like, spiritually. It aligns with my “support small, skip the Bezos empire” values, and it doesn’t ask me to compromise on quality or convenience to do it. If anything, it makes me feel more connected to the book world—and more excited to hit “play” on the next story.
So if you’ve ever felt a little icky sending your audiobook money into the Bezos void, give Libro.fm a try. You might just fall for it like I did. And hey, if you do sign up, pick your favorite indie bookstore to support. Or copy me and go with Boswell Books—those folks are the real deal.
Currently listening to: “The House in the Cerulean Sea” and crying in public like it’s a lifestyle.
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