I lived, bitch

I’m finally renewing my SSL certificate and raising this site from the dead because I’ve got some writing I’d like to put out into the world. I’m going to spend a few weeks reshaping this place to fit who I am now. Criminal Records Podcast is still around, but it’s hosted on Isaac’s domain now, and my upcoming podcast projects will go there as well. I have an outline for a revamp of Astra Nullius; it’s not quite the same story it was in draft one, but it’s being written by someone older and wiser and more emotionally stable, so it’ll probably be better for the changes. Some of my old blog posts will stay up, but I’ve had this site in one form or another for a long time, so I’m taking this chance to go through my archives and prune my most lukewarm hot takes, jokes that didn’t land, and images I saved before I understood the finer details of copyright law.

Personally, I’m clawing my way out of a huge creative slump brought on by, well, everything. Mom’s death hit me harder than I was really able to acknowledge at the time, then just when I was finding my footing I got laid off at the beginning of a global pandemic. Some people found isolation conducive to creativity, but I’m the kind of person who needs frequent social contact to really feel the urge to write. The After Times aren’t here for everyone yet, but Washington state is moving in a good direction, and as I start to see my friends again I’m getting the urge to share my stories back.

I’m not sure what “normal” looks like for me now, because I’ve been waiting for a Return to Normal for so long that I’ve become a different person in the interim. I’m not even sure what name I want to go by on this site anymore; I still answer to “Demetria,” but I may shift this site over to a domain with a more gender neutral name while I work out some complicated feelings in private.

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