Words command us. Names define us. Definitions bind us. Words are where we keep our sacred secrets.

Destiny can sometimes be history coming back to bite you in the arse.

I've got a number of stories written so far in that mythos, more lined up to be written, and a narrative arc taking shape between them. I was experimenting with releasing the stories online for Paypal donations, so the existing ones are currently available via the blog for free download, but the ball didn't keep rolling in terms of meeting the targets I was setting.

Words command us. Names define us. Definitions bind us. Words are where we keep our sacred secrets.

I started thinking about the endless bullshit about quotas, and how certain types of character are fine "as long as it's important to the story," and so on, started thinking about the absence of the abject.

Where names of people or places would mean little to a contemporary reader, I figured "translation errors" could create interesting new meanings.

The conflict between pacifism and socialism ultimately reflects a greater quandary of how one engages with such a system.