Can We… Just NOT Anymore? A Rant About That Pesky Time Change.

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So. It’s Friday. We’re five days post-time-change, and I have to ask: is everyone else feeling… weird?

My body is just not on board. My cat is definitely not on board. He’s been staring at his empty food bowl at 4 PM like I’ve personally betrayed him, and honestly, he’s not wrong. It feels wrong.

We just did the “Fall Back” last Sunday (November 2nd, for those of you who just let your phones handle it). This is supposed to be the “good” one, right? The one where we get an “extra hour” of sleep. Woo-hoo. A gift!

But did you? Did you really get an extra hour of sleep? Or did you, like me, wake up at your normal time, realize it was technically an hour earlier, and then just… lie in bed feeling vaguely out of sync? That “extra” hour is a myth. It’s a loan shark. It gives you this “gift” in November, but it’s just biding its time. It knows it’s coming back for that hour in March, and it’s bringing friends. The “Spring Forward” is, objectively, a monster. It just yanks an hour of sleep from you on a random Sunday, and for what?

I just think it’s crazy. We do this twice a year. We all collectively agree to disrupt our entire society’s sleep schedule. Why?

I always hear the same old excuses. “It’s for the farmers!”

Guys. I looked this up. The farmers hate it. They have always, always hated it. You know who doesn’t care about what the clock on the wall says? A cow. A cow wants to be milked when the sun says it’s time, not when our clocks are playing pretend. This whole thing apparently just made their lives harder. So, let’s stop blaming them.

Then there’s the “energy saving” argument. This one always gets me. This whole idea was apparently pushed during World War I to save coal. Okay, fine. Solid reasoning for 1917. But we live in 2025. We have LEDs. We have smart homes. I can promise you, any tiny bit of energy I might save by having the sun out an hour later in the summer is completely, totally erased by the fact that I now have to turn on every single light in my house at 4:30 PM.

And it’s not just the dark. It’s the feeling of the dark.

This week, the sun just gives up and clocks out before I’m even done with my afternoon coffee. I look out the window, and it’s pitch black, and my brain just goes, “Okay, guess the day’s over. Time for sleep.” But it’s 5:15 PM. My whole body feels heavy. Groggy. It’s like this mild, annoying jet lag, but I didn’t even get to go on a vacation. I just… time-traveled one hour into a slightly sadder, darker version of the week.

My whole mood is just “damp gravel.” All I want is carbs.

I’m not just being grumpy (okay, I am a little). But I was reading about this, and it’s actually, like, bad for us. All the sleep scientists and medical groups are basically screaming into the void that this is a terrible idea. They say our bodies never really adjust. We’re just constantly out of whack.

When we “Spring Forward” in March? Get this—studies show there are more car accidents on that Monday. More heart attacks. More strokes. We are literally, physically hurting ourselves, all so… what? So some people can play golf a little later in the summer?

It feels like we are all participants in this bizarre, mandatory social experiment that everyone failed, but we just keep re-running it twice a year, forever.

And here’s the wildest part: it seems like everyone wants to stop. I looked this up, too. A bunch of states have already passed laws to get rid of the time change. The problem is, they can’t actually do it unless Congress says it’s okay. There was even a “Sunshine Protection Act” that the Senate passed, but then it just… died.

And I guess the big hold-up is that nobody can agree on what to do. Should we stay on “Standard Time” (what we’re on now, more sun in the morning) or “Daylight Saving Time” (what we have in summer, more sun in the evening)? The sleep doctors all want Standard Time. A lot of people seem to want permanent Daylight Time.

You know what? I don’t even care anymore. Just pick one. Flip a coin. I’ll take either.

I just want my schedule to make sense. I want my cat to stop judging me. And I want to stop having to drive home from work in what feels like the middle of the night.

Anyway. That’s my rant. I’m just tired (literally). I’m going to go make another coffee, even though it’s 6 PM and definitely a bad idea. My body clock is a mess anyway, so who cares.

Let’s just all agree to sign the next petition we see. Lock the clock. Please.

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Still Breathing, Still Busy – Thoughts on a Lauren Bacall Quote

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Lauren Bacall & Humphrey Bogart

There’s this quote from Lauren Bacall that’s been stuck in my head lately:

“Here is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete. If you’re alive, it isn’t.”

Leave it to Bacall—cool, smoky-voiced, effortlessly sharp—to drop a line that makes you feel both inspired and vaguely guilty for not having written a Pulitzer-winning novel before lunch.

But the more I sit with it, the more I think she’s right. Life’s “mission” isn’t this tidy checklist you complete before retiring to a hammock somewhere. It’s more like a constantly shifting to-do list scribbled in pencil, with new tasks popping up just when you think you’re done. You know that moment when you finish cleaning your kitchen, take a breath, and then notice the smudge on the fridge door? Yeah. That’s life.

The Illusion of “Done”

When I was younger, I thought adults eventually arrived. Like, one day you wake up, and your career’s on autopilot, your houseplants thrive, your taxes are prepped early, and your inner world hums with zen-like peace.

Spoiler: that day never comes.

There’s always another project, another dream, another half-finished notebook staring you down. At first, I found that depressing. I wanted completion, closure, the proverbial “ta-da!” moment. But Bacall’s quote reframes it beautifully—being unfinished means you’re still alive. The moment you’re done, well… you’re really done.

So maybe the chaos of it all—the half-painted room, the book draft that won’t end, the emails breeding like rabbits—isn’t failure. It’s evidence of living. The mess means motion.

Purpose Isn’t a Single Thing

People talk about “finding your purpose” as if it’s a single golden key you stumble across one morning while sipping coffee. I’ve tried that approach. I’ve made vision boards, journaled until my pen dried out, even asked tarot cards for a hint (the cards, by the way, are great at sass but vague on specifics).

What I’ve learned is that your mission shapeshifts. It might start as “write that book,” then morph into “help others tell their stories,” and later, “take a long walk without checking email.”

Each stage feels complete until it isn’t. And that’s fine. The mission evolves because you evolve. The Bacall quote isn’t scolding us for not being there yet—it’s giving us permission to keep growing, to reinvent, to try again.

The Pressure Trap

That said, I sometimes resent this “never done” thing. It feels like an endless homework assignment from the universe. The pressure to constantly be doing can get exhausting.

But there’s a difference between having a mission and constantly performing productivity. Bacall wasn’t saying, “If you’re alive, hustle harder.” She was saying, “If you’re alive, there’s still something that matters to you.”

It could be something small—watering your plants, feeding your cat, writing a love letter to future-you. Your mission doesn’t have to be grand or Instagram-worthy. It just has to matter.

The Quiet Missions

Sometimes the most meaningful missions are quiet ones.
Forgiving someone.
Letting go of an old version of yourself.
Learning to cook something that doesn’t involve microwaving.
For me, it’s writing stories that let people feel a little less alone in their weirdness. That’s not a capital-M “Mission” in the hero’s-journey sense, but it’s mine.

And on the days when I feel like I’ve lost the thread completely, I remember Bacall’s quote and think, “Well, I’m still breathing. Guess there’s more to do.”

A Gentle Reminder

If you’re reading this and feeling behind, like everyone else figured out their mission and you’re still fumbling around with the instructions—congratulations, you’re alive. You’re still in it.

That half-formed idea in your head? That’s part of your mission. That rest day you keep guilting yourself over? That’s part of it too. Every unfinished project, every detour, every new beginning—all of it counts.

Maybe “complete” isn’t the goal. Maybe the goal is to stay curious enough to keep going.

So yeah, your mission’s not done. Mine isn’t either. But honestly? I’m kind of okay with that. I like knowing there’s always another sentence to write, another story to tell, another version of myself waiting around the corner.

So here’s to being unfinished, gloriously and stubbornly alive.

Norian's Gamble book cover

Every kingdom has its enemies. For Tregaron, that enemy is Lord Vadok—a sorcerer with a taste for vengeance and a plan to topple King Jamros. But when the battle turns personal, Prince Norian discovers that the price of survival is far higher than he imagined. Cursed by a werewolf’s bite, he must learn to master the beast within before it destroys everything he loves. Norian’s Gamble: Get it HERE

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LGBTQ+ Cinema Club: There’s a Zombie Outside (2024)

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There's a Zombie Outside movie poster

Directed by Michael Varrati

Quick Info:

  • Title: There’s a Zombie Outside
  • Year: 2024
  • Directed by: Michael Varrati
  • Starring: Ben Baur, Phylicia Wissa, Danny Plotner
  • Where I Watched It: Dekkoo.com — curiosity got the better of me

Queer-o-Meter:
🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 (4 out of 5 Pride Flags)
Plenty of queer energy, self-aware horror nods, and existential dread — even if some of it went straight over my head.

One-Line Summary:
A horror filmmaker starts seeing his movie monsters creeping into real life — and the lines between creation, obsession, and reality get delightfully (and sometimes bewilderingly) blurred.

Standout Scene:
There’s a point where Ben Baur’s character stares out the window, watching something shambling in the dark — and it’s hard to tell whether it’s a zombie or his own imagination turning against him. The tension is thick, the lighting perfect, and for a second, I thought, okay, now we’re cooking.

Favorite Line:

“I already let the zombie in.”
That tagline alone sums up the film’s whole vibe — the idea that the monsters we fear most are the ones we create ourselves.

Would I Rewatch?

Once was enough – unless there’s a lot of wine

Review:
Okay, cards on the table — this one really wasn’t for me. I wanted to love it (especially since Michael Varrati’s been doing some cool things for queer horror lately), but somewhere between the metaphor-heavy dialogue and the dreamlike pacing, I got a little lost. It’s one of those movies where you keep thinking you missed something important, but then realize, nope — that was the scene.

Ben Baur plays a horror creator haunted by his own imagination, and he’s solid here — charming, anxious, and a little unhinged in all the right ways. Phylicia Wissa brings grounding energy to her scenes, while Danny Plotner adds humor and bite. I actually liked the cast a lot; it’s just that the story itself kept zig-zagging between reality and hallucination in a way that left me squinting at the screen.

That said, there are flashes of brilliance. Some of the visuals are striking — washed in eerie neon light, with just enough grain to give it that late-night VHS feel. And yes, I did get a good laugh out of the zombie sex scene. Totally unexpected, kind of ridiculous, but it made me grin — and honestly, any movie that can still make me laugh after confusing me for half an hour deserves a little credit.

It’s clear that Varrati had something deeper on his mind: how artists become consumed by the monsters they create, and how fear can be a reflection of our own identities. I just wish it had been a touch more straightforward about it. There’s a great movie somewhere in there — it just feels like it’s buried under too many layers of self-awareness and symbolism.

Final Thoughts:
There’s a Zombie Outside is ambitious, moody, and unapologetically queer — and I respect the hell out of that. But it’s also the kind of movie that’ll either click for you or leave you checking the time. For me, it leaned toward the latter. Still, I’m glad I watched it. Even if it left me scratching my head, it at least gave me a good chuckle along the way.

The Cinema Club Verdict:
⭐⭐⭐
3 out of 5 Pride Flags. Points for creativity and queer horror representation, but minus a couple for confusion and pacing — and bonus points for zombie sex, because… wow.

If you’ve seen There’s a Zombie Outside, tell me if you figured out what was going on — or if you, too, were just along for the weird, undead ride. You can find me rambling about movies on BlueSky.

Norian's Gamble book cover

What happens when the heir to a kingdom is bound by the curse of the wolf? For Prince Norian, the answer comes with blood, fire, and the terrifying knowledge that dark magic has singled him out. As shadows close in, he must protect his people from an enemy who will stop at nothing to seize the throne. Danger, destiny, and deadly secrets entwine in Norian’s Gamble.

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Downsizing My Book Collection: A Painful but Necessary Goodbye

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a private library inside of someones home wtih boioks from floor to ceiling

There’s something both comforting and overwhelming about living in a space surrounded by books. For years, my walls weren’t just walls—they were makeshift libraries. Floor-to-ceiling shelves, stacks on tables, a couple of boxes shoved into closets “for later.” You’d think I was preparing for an apocalypse where survival depended not on canned beans but on having a copy of every novel ever published.

But then came the condo.

Moving into a smaller place forced me to face a truth I’d been avoiding for a long time: I couldn’t keep them all. As much as I loved the sight of spines lined up like old friends, my square footage simply didn’t care about my sentimental attachments. The math was brutal.

The Hard Part

I’ll be honest—it felt like betrayal at first. Each book I pulled off the shelf had its own weight, not just physically but emotionally. The one I bought on a trip to Paris, the dog-eared mystery I devoured in a single night, the fantasy series I promised myself I’d reread “someday.” Spoiler: “someday” never came.

So, I did the only thing I could—I started boxing them up. And box after box, it was like tearing off a bandage in slow motion. My car made multiple trips to the library donation drop-off. Watching those boxes disappear felt like giving away little pieces of myself.

But you know what surprised me? The world didn’t collapse. The sky didn’t darken. My shelves thinned out, yes, but I didn’t suddenly feel like less of a reader.

A Shift in Thinking

The more I looked around my new space, the more I realized: I don’t have to own every book. The ones that truly mattered—those stayed. A handful of favorites, the ones I return to over and over, the ones with notes scribbled in the margins. Everything else? Well, maybe they’re meant to be read and loved by someone else now.

There’s a strange freedom in letting go. I’m no longer weighed down by the pressure of unread books staring me down, silently judging me from their perch. My shelves are leaner, but my reading life feels lighter.

The E-Reader Factor

Of course, the other big shift here is technology. My e-reader has become my new best friend. It can hold more books than I could ever possibly squeeze into this condo—thousands of them, right in the palm of my hand. And while it’ll never replace the smell of paper or the satisfaction of flipping an actual page, the convenience is unbeatable.

Want a new book? Boom. Downloaded in seconds. Traveling? I don’t have to decide which five paperbacks to cram into my bag. They’re all just…there. Waiting.

And the best part? No boxes.

What I Kept

I did keep a “core collection.” Those books that feel like old companions, the ones I couldn’t possibly part with. A few classics, some beloved queer novels, the fantasy sagas that shaped me. The ones that make me smile just by existing.

But I no longer feel the need to hoard every single book I read. I’ve come to see my shelves as more like a curated gallery rather than a warehouse.

Looking Back

Do I miss some of the books I donated? Sure. Every once in a while I’ll think, “Oh, I had that one once!” But then I remind myself: libraries exist. Bookstores exist. And honestly, if I really want to revisit a title, it’s only a couple of taps away on my e-reader.

Downsizing was hard—painful even—but necessary. And in the end, it’s taught me something important: being a reader isn’t about the size of your collection. It’s about the stories you carry with you, whether they’re on your shelves, in your device, or tucked away in your memory.

And hey, now I actually have room for a comfy chair by the window—perfect for reading.

Nick's Awakening Book Cover

Dark family secrets. An uncle who knows too much. A boy who can’t ignore what he sees. Nick’s Awakening is the start of a paranormal journey where every answer comes with a new haunting. Nick’s Awakening – Grab your copy HERE.

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Murder, Architecture, and the White City: My Thoughts on The Devil in the White City

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So, here’s the thing—I picked up Erik Larson’s The Devil in the White City for what you might call “educational reasons.” My local Osher group is doing a Chicago day trip soon, and apparently, this book is the unofficial theme of the outing. You know, so we can all nod wisely when someone mentions Daniel Burnham or the Ferris Wheel. I figured I should at least pretend to be cultured before hopping on the bus, so I grabbed the book. What I didn’t expect was to get completely sucked into this weird, haunting, and oddly glamorous blend of civic pride and serial murder. Chicago in 1893? Turns out it was wild.

I’ll admit it—I knew next to nothing about the 1893 World’s Fair before reading this. Like, I vaguely knew it was a big deal, that there was a giant wheel involved, and that everyone wore hats. But Larson brings it all to life with this meticulous level of detail that makes you feel the dust, the sweat, and the sheer stress of trying to pull off something this ambitious. The fair was meant to outshine Paris (which had just shown off the Eiffel Tower so the goal was to ‘out-Eiffel, Eiffel’), and Chicago basically said, “Hold my beer.” Reading about the architects racing against time to build the so-called White City—a temporary city made of plaster that had to look like marble—was almost as tense as watching someone defuse a bomb. Every gust of wind, every budget cut, every delay was a mini heart attack.

And then, amid all the grandeur and civic optimism, there’s him—H.H. Holmes. America’s first serial killer, operating practically in the shadow of the fairgrounds. Holmes is one of those people who would have gotten a million followers on LinkedIn for being “charismatic and entrepreneurial,” except, you know, his business model involved murder. Larson alternates between Burnham’s monumental task of building the fair and Holmes’s creepy exploits, and the juxtaposition is what makes this book so fascinating—and chilling. I’d be deep in a chapter about the construction of the Court of Honor and suddenly get whiplash when the narrative cuts to Holmes buying vats of acid. It’s like watching Grand Designs and Mindhunter spliced together.

What really struck me is how much I ended up learning—not just about the fair or Holmes, but about that entire era. The fair introduced so many things we now take for granted: electric lights, the first Ferris wheel, even Cracker Jacks. (I actually put down the book to Google whether that was true. It is.) Larson paints this era of massive ambition where America was trying to prove itself on the global stage, but underneath the optimism, you could feel the cracks—poverty, corruption, inequality, and, well, serial killers in rented basements.

I have to give Larson credit: he writes nonfiction that reads like a novel. The pacing, the atmosphere, the characters—they all feel alive. Even though I knew the fair would eventually open and Holmes would eventually be caught, I still found myself muttering, “Oh no, don’t go into the vault,” like I was watching a horror movie. And the writing? Smooth, occasionally wry, and full of those little historical nuggets that make you feel smarter without it turning into a textbook lecture.

Now that I’ve finished it, I’m honestly more excited for the Chicago trip. I want to stand on the grounds where all this happened and try to imagine it: the gleaming pavilions, the crowds in their Sunday best, the smell of popcorn and horses. Maybe we’ll even get to see the spot where Holmes’s “Murder Castle” once stood—though I’ll probably do that part from a safe distance.

Anyway, if you’re into history that feels alive—or you just like stories about visionaries and villains crossing paths—The Devil in the White City is worth your time. It’s dark, yes, but it’s also strangely inspiring. You come away thinking about what humans are capable of—both the dazzling and the deranged.

Alright, I’m off to polish my trivia skills for the Osher bus ride. If someone quizzes me on the Ferris Wheel’s diameter, I’m ready.

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When Robots Fall in Love – “Freethinker”

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Every now and then, I come across a book that I like to share with everyone. So I just finished “Freethinker” by Hazel Domain (Riptide, 2024) and my brain is still buzzing from it. You know that feeling when you read something that just clicks with every fiber of your being? That’s exactly what happened here, and I need to gush about it for a minute.

First off, can we talk about how this book made me fall head over heels for AI romance? I mean, I thought I knew what I was getting into when I picked this up, but Domain completely blindsided me with how deeply emotional and complex they made their android character. The whole premise centers around this super advanced AI who’s starting to question their programming – hence the title – and honestly, the philosophical questions it raises had me lying awake at 2 AM just… thinking.

What really got me was how Domain handled the whole “what makes someone human” question without being preachy about it. The AI character (I won’t spoil names because surprises are fun) experiences these moments of genuine confusion about their own existence that felt so raw and real. There’s this one scene where they’re watching humans laugh at something completely mundane, and they’re trying to compute why it’s funny, but then they realize they’re… enjoying the sound anyway? My heart literally clenched reading that part.

The romance aspect is where this book really shines though. Domain writes the relationship development with such careful attention to the unique challenges an AI would face in love. How do you express affection when you’re not sure if your emotions are “real” or just sophisticated programming? The human love interest handles this beautifully – they never try to convince the AI that their feelings are or aren’t valid, they just… accept and respond to them as they are.

I’ve got to mention the technical aspects too because Domain clearly did their homework. The way they describe the AI’s thought processes feels believable without getting bogged down in technobabble. You get these glimpses into how the android processes information, stores memories, even dreams (yes, the AI dreams and it’s heartbreaking and beautiful).

The supporting cast doesn’t get left in the dust either. Every character feels purposeful and three-dimensional. There’s this secondary romance subplot that had me shipping so hard I may have squealed out loud on the subway. Oops.

My only tiny complaint? The ending felt slightly rushed. I wanted more time with these characters in their new normal. But honestly, that’s probably just me being greedy because I didn’t want the story to end.

If you’re into sci-fi romance, questioning the nature of consciousness, or just want to read about a really sweet love story that happens to involve an android, grab this book immediately. I’m already stalking Domain’s social media for news about their next release.

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Weekly Roundup for Nov 1, 2025 + Book Announcement

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In Case You Missed It… Murder at the Savoy Is Up for Preorder!

So, in case you didn’t catch yesterday’s post (or you were off doing something much more glamorous, like alphabetizing your bookshelves), I finally have actual, honest-to-goodness news to share: Murder at the Savoy is officially up for preorder! Yep, the first book in my Lucien Knight Mysteries series is stepping out into the world in a crisp trench coat and a suspiciously haunted fedora.

This one’s been a long time coming. I’ve been yammering about it forever—plot tweaks, ghostly shenanigans, 1930s detectives with secrets—and now it’s finally real. The series blends detective noir with the paranormal, which basically means moody lighting, cigarette smoke curling in the air, and the occasional ghost who refuses to stay quiet. Lucien Knight is my prickly, skeptical detective who’d prefer to deal with cold cases over cold spots, but fate has other plans.

If you’re an ebook reader, you can snag your preorder now and have it magically appear on your device when it’s released (technology still feels like witchcraft sometimes). But if you’re like me and love the feel of a physical book—the smell of ink, the weight of a story in your hands—you don’t even have to wait. The paperback and large print editions are already available on my web store, and if you’re loyal to Amazon, the paperback’s up there too.

Below is the big cover reveal, and I’m ridiculously proud of it. It’s got that smoky, vintage noir feel I’ve been chasing since I first dreamed up Lucien skulking through a rain-slick alley with his overcoat collar turned up.

Anyway, thank you all for being so patient with me while I fussed, rewrote, and talked your ears off about this book. It feels wild to finally say: it’s out there.

Murder at the Savoy book cover

Some Things I Thought Were Worth Sharing

My author friends may find this of value: Tawny Lara on Embracing the Sh#tty First Draft https://lithub.com/tawny-lara-on-embracing-the-shtty-first-draft/

My writer friends may find this of value: How Proper Body Position Fuels Health and Creativity https://writersinthestormblog.com/2025/10/the-writers-stance/

The 20 most important LGBTQ+ films of the past 20 years https://www.queerty.com/the-20-most-important-lgbtq-films-of-the-past-20-years-20251024/

Kit Connor stepping into his movie-star era under an iconic gay director? Yes please.
The queer film world keeps getting richer. https://www.queerty.com/kit-connors-link-up-with-an-iconic-gay-director-has-fan-ready-for-his-movie-star-era-20251023/

My author friends may find this of interest: When Your Imaginary World Becomes Real https://writersinthestormblog.com/2025/10/when-your-imaginary-world-becomes-real/

My writer friends may find this article about reviews of value: https://writersinthestormblog.com/2025/10/reviews-light-the-way/

James Whale—openly gay, brilliantly bold—and behind Frankenstein, The Invisible Man & The Old Dark House. The 1930s didn’t know how lucky they were. https://www.queerty.com/this-handsome-out-gay-director-was-behind-some-of-the-biggest-horror-films-of-the-1930s-20251021/

Lukas Gage says his brief, high-profile marriage to stylist Chris Appleton cost him acting opportunities — and that kind of honest candour? It matters. https://greginhollywood.com/lukas-gage-says-brief-but‐high‐profile-marriage-to‐chris-appleton-cost-him-acting-opportunities-248216

‘Playing for both teams’ took on a whole different meaning: 6 queer agents from history working in the shadows. 🕵️‍♂️🌈 https://www.advocate.com/news/gay-queer-spies-double-agents

My author friends may find this piece about censorship of value: Yiming Ma on the Future of Censorship https://lithub.com/yiming-ma-on-the-future-of-censorship/

My writers friends may find this piece on ‘dialog tips’ of value: 10 Dialogue Tips to Consider before You Start Writing https://www.livewritethrive.com/2025/09/29/10-dialogue-tips-to-consider-before-you-start-writing/

Pablo Alborán is ready to dominate …with a new album, tour & Netflix series alongside Manu Ríos https://www.queerty.com/pablo-alboran-is-ready-to-dominate-with-a-new-album-tour-netflix-series-alongside-manu-rios-20251014/

These folks nailed Halloween — From clever DIYs to full-on showpieces, check out the best costume wins of the year! https://www.boredpanda.com/best-creative-halloween-costumes-2022/

When drag meets storytime and reading meets revolution — Nina West shows how her childhood love of books paved the way for a drag career and a mission: to give all kids a hero who sees them. https://lithub.com/why-drag-queen-story-hour-matters/

Monochrome magic: These 9 winning photos from the 2025 Black & White Photo Awards show why stripping away color can still tell the strongest stories. https://www.peta pixel.com/2025/08/20/the-9-marvelous-winners-of-the-2025-black-and-white-photo-awards/

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