Oh hey it’s a Wednesday and I still haven’t posted anything! Gosh. Well, now that the kids are in bed, I’m sure I can think of something.
I was more productive today than I have been for a long time, writing half a poem. Look, this was while helping kids with lockdown homework and arguing with a relative about whether or not I’m actually neurodivergent because former gifted kids can’t possibly excel at masking behaviours, so cut me some slack hey.
Finding my second zine to be particularly difficult to write, because most of the poems concern my upbringing as a white person in the American South, and I’ve recently come to realise how interacting with covert racism as a child with undiagnosed neurodivergence has impacted me. I’ve often thought that part of being a decent ally is sitting with discomfort, but have only just realised that in my case some of that manifests as fixating or ruminating – I do the same thing with climate change, another big intractable problem that I have limited capacity to fix.
Well, I hope the poems are interesting anyways, and don’t just come across as white-woman whingeing. I try, y’all.
Have also just realised that this is the first update since my partner and I launched our podcast! I really enjoyed recording it, despite the name snafu (we accidentally nicked the name of a well-regarded local arts festival, who quite politely requested that we change it when I sheepishly tweeted them), and one astrological error that Oliver keeps fixating on (Venus will trine Mars on Friday, rather than square it, which basically has the same implications without being as confrontational). We’ll go into both in our next podcast on 1 February, where we’ll also review our astrological predictions and take questions! (In case anyone wants to send us a question? Please?)
Anyways I need to sleep now, rather than obsessively follow the American news cycle. You should sleep too. Even if you’re reading this tomorrow morning. Sleep. Now. Look, just get back in bed and stop horsing around. GO TO SLEEP.