A.M. Obst - Fantasy Author & Editor 🪐📚

@amobstwriter.bsky.social

New Urban Fantasy Novel now available for less than the price of a caffe latte: www.books2read.com/DemonInTheNetwork #booksky 💙📚 Also experienced Copy Editor and Proofreader - visit my website or get in touch. https://amobst.com No generative AI.

I leave my books, few torn letters. Words held back written on notes crumpled and thrown under our bed. Scattered, half-written poems born of #chaos which kept my soul peaceful and strong. We shall meet again in a place far beyond prejudice and wrong. ~rev #vss365

Lucky it was only a drill, but there were times like this and this was why they needed drills. Dylan had ordered several, at random moments, but, for some reason, this one descended into #chaos. And that was the point. Find the problems and fix them before they became real problems. #vss365

Getting real sick of slop midwives pleading for a 'respectful discussion' of AI as relates to the arts. Your use of AI to 'make art' is not respectful. It benefits from stolen art, destroys the planet, and does not make you an artist any more than someone driving 26.2 miles is a marathoner.

thinking about how ppl quit bosses but also the reverse- I know ppl who will not switch jobs because they love the person they report to so much plus in the current employment market a manager who won't throw you under the bus and stands up for you in the workplace is worth more than a salary hike

In a world that never stops accelerating, the rarest courage is pressing the #brake. Only by slowing the machine can you finally take a break - not as escape, but as return. Rest is not the absence of motion. It is the presence of meaning. #vss365 💙

Our basement has a basement. A small hole, dug into the rock behind the furnace, covered by boards. Steps. My phone is our only light. We #descend quietly then stop suddenly. Noises ahead. Rushing towards us. It’s us. “Turn back,” the other me says, panting. “We’ll explain later.” #vss365

Her hand shook on the rail. In a few moments, she’d reach the #summit of her career. The announcer read the bio she’d prepared. And then, he went off script. “I’m so happy to introduce Jane, who, as a woman…” She raced up the stairs. “What is that ‘as a woman’ crap. The best. Period.” #vss365

Well, I say, watching my protagonist pilot an enormous tanker full of mechanical octopuses down a river while having fever dream flashbacks, I guess this is one of those books where I write to discover what happens next.

Whether it be Zohran Mamdani or Abdul El-Sayed, the way the establishment nonchalantly kicks into high key screeching Islamophobia whenever a Muslim person runs for public office should be all you need to know about them.

Dylan knew his history. Humans tended to think of themselves as the #summit of life. The inevitable epitome of evolution. A conceit challenged from the moment they reached out to the stars. But were The Enemy superior, or equally small in the vastness of the stars? He couldn’t say for sure. #vss365