A Snippet From My Current Work In Progress, The Ithaca Mandate.

Sometimes there are good days, and sometimes there are the "I just discovered this train car includes toilets in the private rooms" kind of good days.

Some of the best and simultaneously most disappointing character arcs in television.

2.15, The Queen is Dead 5.05, Dreamcatcher

I'm gonna do it, I know it.

Seasons in NY have even less of an attention span than I do. Will it be winter? Spring? Is that my horse or a mud beast season? Invasive European Starlings swarming and making my house look like it needs an exorcism season? Nobody knows.

Oh my god how is he so cute ALL THE TIME.

And he just sits here, happy as a clam, while I'm writing.

I am so uncertain what's even going on here but I love it.

I want to see Captain Seven, dammit.

Star Trek: Picard The Star Gazer

Snippet from The Ithaca Mandate

“How long?” Judith asked, hugging her arms against her ribs. She shivered slightly, the chill of the open space seeping into her. “How long until…?” The question ground to a halt, and no amount of will could force it into the air. How long until we’re gone? She could hear it in her mind. She could see it in the gaunt lines of her reflection. The bones of her cheeks and shoulders pushed out against her skin and the thin fabric of her undershirt, her brown eyes framed in dark crescents–fault lines and shadows where there should have been rolling hills and light. Judith scrubbed a hand across her face, like she could wipe that terrible, broken reflection away. Beneath them, Ithaca creaked and trembled as if even the leviathan herself was afraid of what it meant to die. Rage boiled to the surface, at the great, suffering beast still clinging to her perverse, miserable excuse of a life and her demands she not die alone. How long until you finally let us go?

When it's Friday and you realize you finally have time to write more fanfictions...