JR Maxwell

@thejrmaxwell.bsky.social

schmoopy smut writer, knitter, agender queer, PNWer, Episcopalian, funnier than you'd think 🧶📚 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ jr-maxwell.author-pages.com

Is the fact that every search result thinks 'sneers' and 'simpers' are synonyms for 'grins' a sign of AI and how much it sucks? Because I'm about to throw my computer out the fuckin window.

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It was a very full weekend of travel and family and singing so I am grumpy as hell about having to go back to work. But a gear is turning on the book this week, so I will knuckle down.

OK yes it was a good funeral, except for the part where a man in full military uniform did the reading of 'blessed are the peacemakers' and my brain fully glitched. Anyway, RIP Great-Uncle Chuck, the last of his generation of the Henry & Freligh lines.

"I need evidence that he's breaking the law." "I don't think he is breaking the law. I think the law just sucks. Now get in the hole." Leverage: Redemption 3x1 The Weekend in Paris Job

Doesn't matter how great the article is if it's behind a paywall. Because even a 'free' account is paying: I would then be seeing adverts from companies that pay the news outlet to play those ads for me. I would be generating revenue for the news outlet. Nothing is free, fam.

TIL knitting takes two-thirds of the yarn crocheting does. WHAT. Which has pros and cons in general, but as I'm already playing yarn chicken with this particular project, I've not got much choice. Boo.

I've never really felt the whole 'I wish I had someone special to share this with' thing, like sunsets or movies or idk other couples type stuff. But gosh I wish I had somebody I to squeak at about every step in this publishing journey. Because there are a LOT of steps, and a LOT of feelings.

I just got to sing a favorite piece by a favorite composer in a giant echoey sanctuary with an organist who could actually play all the notes (Britten is no joke) and it was fucking magnificent. Like greeting an old friend you didn't realize you'd missed quite so much.