endemic

Thursday, February 12th, 2026 12:00 am
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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 12, 2026 is:

endemic • \en-DEM-ik\  • adjective

When used for a plant or animal species, endemic describes something that grows or exists in a certain place or area, and often specifically something restricted to a particular locality or region. Endemic is also used to describe diseases that persist over time in a particular region or population. It can also mean “common in a particular area or field.”

// Our children were excited to finally see wild giant pandas—endemic to just three provinces in south-central China—during our family vacation.

// He eventually learned that low wages were endemic to his line of work, but he continued nevertheless to pursue his passion.

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Examples:

“Though less charismatic than the improbably pastel pink birds, unique endemic plants have achieved impressive feats of resourcefulness and endurance. Indeed, scientists have called the region an ‘unparalleled natural laboratory’ to understand how plants adapt to ‘extreme environmental conditions.’” — Thea Riofrancos, Extraction: The Frontiers of Green Capitalism, 2025

Did you know?

Ever wonder how endemic ended up in the English language? It arrived via French and New Latin, with its ultimate origin likely in the Greek adjective éndēmos, which describes (among other things) a disease confined to one area. Éndēmos was formed from en- ( “in”) and a form of the noun dêmos, meaning “district, country, people.” That word was also key to the formation of the earlier word on which éndēmos was modeled: epidēmia, meaning “disease affecting a large number of individuals.” English adopted epidemic (also via French) in the early 17th century, but endemic didn’t become, uh, endemic until a century and a half later. (The familiar relation pandemic slipped into the language in the mid 17th.) In current use, endemic characterizes diseases that are generally found in a particular area—malaria, for example, is said to be endemic to tropical and subtropical regions—while epidemic indicates a sudden, severe outbreak within a region or group. Endemic is also used by biologists to characterize plant and animal species that are found only in a given area.



How Much? by Carl Sandburg

Thursday, February 12th, 2026 03:09 pm
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How much do you love me, a million bushels?
Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.

And tomorrow maybe only half a bushel?
Tomorrow maybe not even a half a bushel.

And is this your heart arithmetic?
This is the way the wind measures the weather.


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Bundle of Holding: Neon City Overdrive (from 2022)

Wednesday, February 11th, 2026 02:03 pm
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The revived May 2022 Neon City Overdrive Bundle featuring the fast-playing cyberpunk tabletop roleplaying game Neon City Overdrive from Peril Planet.

Bundle of Holding: Neon City Overdrive (from 2022)
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What the hell sort of question is that? Of course I'd pay up! I have money, pride, and my teeth, and of the three, I can least afford to lose the last. Wouldn't almost anybody submit to the shakedown? That's how protection rackets work, after all - everybody does the same math and comes to the same conclusion as I just did.

(Of course, the context was "I think this company was rude to me over the phone, therefore I decided to live without hot water and heating because I have my principles" so, you know, I guess we have different approaches to life?)

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baking bread

Wednesday, February 11th, 2026 07:55 am
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Last week I decided to give up on my current sourdough starter, which was smelling alarmingly vinegary and not rising much, and order a new one from King Arthur. The new starter arrived Sunday, with a "care and feeding" pamphlet that suggested I didn't need to give up on the old one after all, just feed it better. Anyway, I had already thrown out the old starter, so I've been following the feeding instructions meticulously: at every feeding, discard (or use) 2/3 of the starter, leaving 50 g, and add 50 g of flour and 50 g of water. And it does smell nice, and it's been puffing up nicely in the crock.

Last night's batch of bread wasn't exactly light and fluffy, but less dense than the previous two, and not bad considering I'm still trying to make it high-protein and low-carb (using 2 eggs, 1-1/2 cups of water, 1-1/2 cups of white bread flour, a cup of whole-wheat flour, 3/4 cup of wheat gluten, 1/4 cup of flaxseed meal, and 1/8 cup of quinoa). I had the oven at 150°F for a few hours while the bread rose on the stovetop, then put the bread into a soaked Romertopf in the oven, and set the thermostat to 475°F and the timer to 45 minutes. It came out a little dark, so maybe 450°F for 50 minutes next time. And the recipe in the pamphlet for pain au levain, using only sourdough starter and no commercial yeast, has you amplify the 50 g of starter to a levain for 12 hours before adding anything else, which I haven't been doing. The levain is not at a 1:1:1 ratio of starter:water:flour, but a stiffer 1:2.5:5. Try that next time.

Speaking of "stiffer", one of the bread-baking books I've worked with in the past follows a different model of sourdough, allegedly based on the practice of people traveling to California in covered wagons: rather than growing it semi-liquid in a crock, you make it much stiffer into a baseball, wrapped tightly in two layers of handkerchief, and at each feeding, discard the outer crust and use the soft, spongy inner part. Haven't done that in a number of years.

Of course, the Romertopf approach to baking -- starting with a cold oven, as you'll crack the Romertopf by putting it cold-and-wet into a hot oven -- is inconsistent with the way bread ovens have worked for 98% of human bread-baking history: build a fire in the oven, get the floor and walls good and hot, pull out the fire and ash and put the bread in to bake as the oven gradually cools down. I've done the latter too, both in a modern gas oven and in a wood-fired brick oven, and that's another knob to tweak.

tabula rasa

Wednesday, February 11th, 2026 12:00 am
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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 11, 2026 is:

tabula rasa • \TAB-yuh-luh-RAH-zuh\  • noun

In general use, tabula rasa refers to something existing in an original pristine state. In philosophy, tabula rasa refers to the mind in its hypothetical primary blank or empty state before receiving outside impressions.

// The apartment was only just renovated, and everything is clean and white; it's a tabula rasa, ready for a new occupant.

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Examples:

“Bella, née Victoria, is a living breathing tabula rasa unfettered by societal pressures, propriety, or niceties.” — Ryan Lattanzio, Indie Wire, 16 June 2025

Did you know?

Philosophers have been arguing that babies are born with minds that are essentially blank slates since the days of Aristotle. (Later, some psychologists took up the position as well.) English speakers have called that initial state of mental emptiness tabula rasa (a term taken from a Latin phrase that translates as “smooth or erased tablet”) since the 16th century, but it wasn't until British philosopher John Locke championed the concept in his Essay Concerning Human Understanding in 1690 that the term gained widespread popularity in our language. In later years, a figurative sense of the term emerged, referring to something that exists in an original state and has yet to be altered by outside forces.



force is machine

Tuesday, February 10th, 2026 10:47 pm
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Dear Father, it has been a month since my last confession.

I am so tired, y'all. I've been working overtime for the past three weeks trying to stash some money away for the inevitable basement bullshit and it's been exhausting. (You wouldn't think a job that requires sitting at a desk would be tiring, but I feel like somebody threw sand in my eyes by the end of the day.)

Permit-wrangler is still trying to find an engineer. Apparently the problem is that I can't just dig a hole and have an engineer look at it and yes the foundations are good, they have to figure out how to reverse-engineer whatever was done to create new drawings - and that's going to be expensive regardless.

I sicc'd permit-wrangler on the engineer who got the original permits. "Tell him if he helps me out I might leave him out of the lawsuit."

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I looked out my window this morning and there was a huge raptor in the trees behind my house. Couldn't get a clear enough view to make a guess at what it was but at least twice the size of the red-tail hawks I normally see back there.

I reiterated to the venerable Lord Brock that no, he is not going outside no matter how much he bonks his head on the window. (He is enormously offended by the squirrels.)

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Last time I visited my dad I took my laptop over and started quizzing him about family. His memory is shot, but he does remember incidents from his childhood. What's hilarious is that he remembers the kids who pissed him off - I suggested one possible connection and he was all, "Oh yeah, Joey, he visited from the States. What a little prick."

He also remembered the aunt who baked cookies and the heavy-drinking aunt who was a huge bruiser and all the men were afraid of her. So if they left an impression he had me stories about them, even if he doesn't remember how they're related to him.

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Somebody here was talking about how Skip The Dishes made up a new address for them, and it reminded me that I had the exact experience last time I ordered from them. The system sent the driver to an address a couple of blocks away and I only caught it because I got the ping that the order was five minutes away and when I looked at the map I didn't recognize the streets.

Calling their customer service did nothing because the driver was already showing as "arrived". But as soon as I hung up I got a call from the driver because the address they had given him was a park, so I was able to redirect him and get my food after all.

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We have reached the part of the winter where I start to worry that I have run out of places to put snow. My yard is maybe five feet square and the snow is already piled up in a pyramid.

I keep wanting to go out with a hose and ice it up and build an igloo or something.

Grouchy, territorial kitten*

Tuesday, February 10th, 2026 05:38 pm
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Yellface (spayed, *16) decided to sit on me last night. Thorn came in and snuggled me. Yellface sniffed their hand politely as we held hands. The first time she'd ever encountered Thorn's hand without some cranky meowing. (Right now Yellface will sniff and rub her face on an extended finger, but will say things about it.)

Many minutes of stillness later, Thorn said something.

Yellface suddenly took notice of an alien hand near her territory, stood up, and gave a snake-strike grazing bite to the nearest hand, followed by a swat.

My hand, naturally.

I uninvited her from the bed and found an alcohol wipe. She broke skin but didn't draw blood. Today only the deepest scrape is visible, if you're looking for it.

Oh, cat.

As always, I hate having my period

Tuesday, February 10th, 2026 09:25 am
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Cut for poop )

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Two orphans escape their dismal island home for adventure in a slowly dying world.

Scarlet Morning (Scarlet Morning, volume 1) by ND Stevenson

besmirch

Tuesday, February 10th, 2026 12:00 am
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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 10, 2026 is:

besmirch • \bih-SMERCH\  • verb

To besmirch the reputation, name, honor, etc. of someone or something is to cause harm or damage to it.

// The allegations have besmirched the company's reputation.

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Examples:

"... in 1895, a ruthless public smear campaign hinging on [Oscar] Wilde's queerness led to the author's imprisonment, outing, and eventual exile. ... Famously, the British press conspired to draw the dramatist's name through the mud, besmirching his literary legacy for generations to follow." — Brittany Allen, LitHub.com, 20 Oct. 2025

Did you know?

The prefix be- has several applications in English; in the case of besmirch, it means "to make or cause to be." But what does smirch itself mean? Since the 1400s, smirch has been used as a verb meaning "to make dirty, stained, or discolored." Besmirch joined English in the early 1600s, and today smirch and besmirch are both used when something—and especially something abstract, like a reputation—is being figuratively sullied, i.e., damaged or harmed. Besmirch isn't unique in its journey; English has a history of attaching be- to existing verbs to form synonyms. For example, befriend combines be- in its "to make or cause to be" sense with the verb friend, meaning "to act as the friend of." Befuddle combines be- in its "thoroughly" sense with fuddle, meaning "to stupefy with or as if with drink." And befog combines be- in its "to provide or cover with" sense with fog, meaning "to cover with or as if with fog."



I've only myself to blame

Monday, February 9th, 2026 10:41 pm
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Because having wondered what the Tangent Online 2025 recommended reading list looked like--or more accurately, how many non-recommended reading list words would precede it, nothing compelled me to go look.

(The preamble is about 6000 words)

Bundle of Holding: Bundle for Two 4

Monday, February 9th, 2026 02:08 pm
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Seven quick tabletop roleplaying games for two players

Bundle of Holding: Bundle for Two 4

I was listening to an audiodrama

Monday, February 9th, 2026 10:47 am
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(Mission Rejected, if you're curious)

and they took the time at the start of the most recent episode to talk about a charity in Minnesota that will bring food safely to people. I don't have the name of the charity, it's not on their website right now.

But what really struck me is that they spent a few minutes on this and never once mentioned or even alluded to why some people might need food to be delivered safely.

I'm not sure what I think about that, but I'm sure I don't like it much.

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Is it just me?

Monday, February 9th, 2026 10:47 am
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Or is something up with the create entry page?

fortuitous

Monday, February 9th, 2026 12:00 am
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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 9, 2026 is:

fortuitous • \for-TOO-uh-tus\  • adjective

Fortuitous is a formal word that usually describes something that comes or happens by a lucky chance. It can also mean “happening by chance” and “fortunate, lucky.”

// The fact that we were both there was a fortuitous coincidence.

// You could not have arrived at a more fortuitous time.

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Examples:

“The timing of the hit’s resurgence proved fortuitous: She had nearly wrapped the recording for 2025 full-length Pressure ... and the scorching hot single provided a push in the lead-up.” — Mackenzie Cummings-Grady, Billboard, 11 Nov. 2025

Did you know?

Before its meaning expanded, fortuitous meant one thing only: “happening by chance.” This was no accident; its Latin forebear, fortuitus, shares the same ancient root as fors, the Latin word for “chance.” But the fact that fortuitous sounds like a blend of fortunate and felicitous (“happily suited to an occasion”) likely led to a second meaning of “fortunate, lucky,” with the seeds of the newer sense perhaps planted by writers applying overtones of good fortune to something that is a random occurrence. The “lucky” use has been disparaged by critics, but it is now well established. Irregardless (cough), employing this sense in sterner company may be considered chancy.



Nine Tomorrows by Isaac Asimov

Sunday, February 8th, 2026 08:57 am
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An assortment of (mostly) SF from just before Asimov's Sputnik-inspired hiatus from SF.

Nine Tomorrows by Isaac Asimov

meme

Sunday, February 8th, 2026 12:00 am
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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 8, 2026 is:

meme • \MEEM\  • noun

Meme is used popularly to refer to an amusing or interesting picture, video, etc. that is spread widely online. It can also refer to an idea, behavior, style, or usage that spreads from person to person within a culture.

// Though the two friends now live on opposite coasts, they still keep in touch constantly, texting and sending their favorite funny cat memes back and forth.

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Examples:

“Shane Hinton, a meteorologist for CBS News Miami, posted a Facebook meme earlier this week that showed a 70-degree spread between Miami’s near record 85 and Minneapolis’ 15.” — Howard Cohen, The Miami Herald, 5 Dec. 2025

Did you know?

In his 1976 book The Selfish Gene, British scientist Richard Dawkins defended his newly coined word meme, which he defined as “a unit of cultural transmission.” Having first considered, then rejected, mimeme, he wrote: “Mimeme comes from a suitable Greek root, but I want a monosyllable that sounds a bit like gene.” (The suitable Greek root was mim-, meaning “mime” or “mimic.” The English suffix -eme indicates a distinctive unit of language structure, as in grapheme, lexeme, and phoneme.) Like any good meme, meme caught on and evolved, eventually developing the meaning known to anyone who spends time online, where it’s most often used to refer to any one of those silly captioned photos that the Internet can’t seem to get enough of.



Trophy

Sunday, February 8th, 2026 12:14 am
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This detached from a car as it passed me. Missed me, hit a snow bank. When I returned from work, it was still there, so I collected it.

Not sure what happened, except the car's bumper also (mostly) detached.

Ahhhhhhh, sweet sweet steroids

Saturday, February 7th, 2026 04:28 pm
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I got a steroid shot in my right knee on Wednesday, and miraculously I can almost walk again.

I'm still spending a lot of time in bed, but I don't have to strategize about bathroom trips. One cane is sufficient.

Books Received, January 31 — February 6

Saturday, February 7th, 2026 09:15 am
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With two books new to me, this just barely qualifies as books received. One SF, one fantasy and the SF novel is from a series.

Books Received, January 31 — February 6


Poll #34194 Books Received, January 31 — February 6
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 37


Which of these look interesting?

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A City Dreaming by Maurice Broaddus (June 2026)
16 (43.2%)

Lord of the Heights by Scarlett J. Thorne (July 2026
5 (13.5%)

Some other option (see comments)
1 (2.7%)

Cats!
28 (75.7%)

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What witchcraft is this?

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The Dreamer by Dulcie Deamer

Saturday, February 7th, 2026 08:48 am
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The wave yearns at the cliff foot: its pale arms
        Reach upward and relapse, like down-dropped hands;
The baffled tides slip backward evermore,
        And a long sighing murmurs round the sands . . .

My heart is as the wave that lifts and falls:
       Tall is the cliff—oh! tall as that dim star
That crowns its summit hidden in a cloud—
       Tall as the dark and holy heavens are.

The sad strange wreckage of full many ships
        Burdens the bitter waters’ ebb and flow:
Gold diadems, like slowly falling flames,
        Lighten the restless emerald gulfs below;

And withered blossoms float, and silken webs,
        And pallid faces framed in wide-spread hair,
And bubble-globes that seethe with peacock hues,
        And jewelled hands, half-open, cold and fair.

Sea creatures move beneath: their swift sleek touch
       Begets sweet madness and unworthy fire—
Scaled women—triton-things, whose dark seal eyes
        Are hot and bloodshot with a man’s desire.

Their strange arms clasp: the sea-pulse in their veins
       Beats like the surf of the immortal sea—
Strong, glad and soulless: elemental joys
       Bathe with green flame the sinking soul of me.

Downward and down—to passionate purple looms,
        Athrill with thought-free, blurred, insatiate life,
Where the slow-throbbing sea-flow sways like weed
        Dim figures blended in an amorous strife—

I am enclasped, I sink; but the wave lifts,
        With all its freight of treasure and of death,
In sullen foamless yearning towards the height
        Where the star burns above the vapour-wreath;

And a deep sob goes up, and all the caves
        Are filled with mourning and a sorrow-sound.
The green fire fades: I rise: I see the star—
        Gone are the triton arms that clipped me round.

Hope beats like some lost bird against the cliff—
        The granite cliff above the burdened wave,
Whose fleeting riches are more desolate
        Than gems dust-mingled in a nameless grave . . .

When all the wordless thirsts of Time are slaked,
        And all Earth’s yearning hungers sweetly fed,
And the Sea’s grief is stilled, and the Wind’s cry,
        And Day and Night clasp on one glowing bed—

Oh! in that hour shall clay and flame be blent—
        Love find its perfect lover, breast on breast—
When dream and dreamer at the last are one,
        And joy is folded in the arms of jest.


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Watched A Man on the Inside with Jenn

Thursday, February 5th, 2026 10:14 am
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That's a pretty good show, although she ruined it by guessing all the plot twists.

Teensy spoiler for second season )

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imbue

Saturday, February 7th, 2026 12:00 am
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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 7, 2026 is:

imbue • \im-BYOO\  • verb

Imbue has two common meanings: "to permeate or influence as if by dyeing" and "to provide with something freely or naturally." In the second use it is usually used with with.

// A deep sense of history imbues the artist's work.

// The children were imbued with a passion for nature by their parents, both biologists.

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Examples:

"Aged cachaça, like fine whiskey, derives its complexity from the barrels it's matured in. There are dozens of different Brazilian woods cachaça can be aged in, and each imbues the spirit with its distinct flavor, resulting in varieties that are more floral or herbal, nutty or woody, savory or spiced." — Rebekah Peppler, The New York Times, 5 Dec. 2025

Did you know?

Like its synonym infuse, imbue implies the introduction of one thing into another so as to affect it throughout. Someone's voice can be imbued with pride, for example, or a photograph might be imbued with a sense of melancholy. In the past imbue was also used synonymously with imbrue, an obscure word meaning "to drench or stain," but the two words are likely unrelated. Imbue comes from the Latin verb imbuere, meaning "to dye, wet, or moisten," while imbrue has been traced back through Anglo-French and Old French to the Latin verb bibere, meaning "to drink."



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Posted by Bret Devereaux

Hey folks, Fireside this week! I have ended up a bit behind in my work and as always it is the blog that much suffer first. In this case, we have in two weeks twice managed to have snow which only increased my workload (it didn’t cancel any of my classes, but did require me to offer a bunch of makeup quizzes and complicate daycare solutions). So we’re doing a fireside – next week we’ll be looking at a primer of the strategies of the weakest groups to take on the state: protest, terrorism and insurgency.

On the upside, we did manage to give our fireplace a proper workout.

For this week’s musing I want to circle back to a topic that was part of our primer on the Late Bronze Age Collapse and that is population movement, migration, mergers and replacement. One of the elements of the public’s imagination of the past that is the most stubborn is the tendency to assume incorrectly that migration always means population replacement. In fact, the question is a lot more complex than that. Fortunately we’ve developed quite a few historical tools to try to tell what kind of population change is happening in any given moment of mass migration. Unfortunately, a lot of folks continue to hold doggedly to the notion that population migration always means extermination and replacement, some because they refuse to accept that anything they learned in their high school textbook in the 1960s might have been wrong (a perennial problem doing public education – the ‘history shouldn’t change’ crowd) and others because their ideology (usually some form of ‘scientific’ racism, thinly veiled) demands it.

You will tend to find this view – that population migration always means replacement – very often in older (19th century) scholarship, for a few reasons. One of those reasons is, and you’ll have to pardon me, simply the racist mindset: 19th century racists tended to view ethnic groups as fully self-contained population units, with genetic and cultural identities being nearly perfectly co-extensive, which pushed each other around rather than ‘fuzzing’ into each other on the edges. It is not hard to see, on the one hand, why scholars from societies that were at once engaged in nationalistic projects predicated on the idea that the genetic nation, cultural nation and nation-state are and ought to be co-extensive (e.g. the idea that all cultural Germans are also genetically related and that as a result they ought to be contained in a single German state) and operating racially exclusive imperial regimes overseas might be wedded to this vision. Indeed, their racially exclusive imperial regimes almost require such an (inaccurate) vision of humanity, so as to justify why ‘the French’ could act as a single, coherent body to rule over ‘the natives’ in a system that admits no edge-cases.1

Given that mindset – the assumption that ‘superior races’ must dominate, conquer and either enslave or replace ‘inferior races’ – it is not shocking that these scholars tended to assume, any time they could detect a hint of population movement, that what was happening was extermination and replacement.

That said over time we’ve developed better historical tools to allow us to question those assumptions. For the earliest 19th century scholars, all they had were the raw textual evidence. And that’s tricky because ancient writers routinely describe places and peoples as being utterly, completely and entirely destroyed – verdicts carelessly accepted by readers both 19th century and contemporary – when the actual destruction was very clearly less total. Students of Roman history will have in their heads, for instance, that in 146 BC Carthage and Corinth were utterly, completely and entirely destroyed and that Numantia was similarly annihilated in 133.

Except they weren’t. Corinth is, after all, still around for St. Paul to write letters to the Corinthians in the first century AD and it is still a distinctively Greek settlement, not some Roman colony. Carthage is recolonized by the Romans in 44 BC, but the people from Carthage continue to represent themselves as Phoenician or Levantine, suggesting quite a lot of the population remained Punic. Most notable here, of course, is the emperor Septimius Severus, who was from that reestablished Carthage, who is represented in our sources (and seemingly represented himself) as of mixed Italian-Punic heritage, with branches of his family living in Syria as locals. Evidently the Carthaginians weren’t all destroyed after all.

As for Numantia, Numantia was the most important town of the Arevaci (a Celtiberian people) when it was supposedly annihilated. Except Strabo, writing in the early first century AD notes the presence of the Arevaci civitas (that is, their legally recognized local self-governing unit) and lists Numantia as one of their chief towns (Strabo 3.4.13). Pliny the Elder (HN 3.3.18-19) writing in the mid-first century AD likewise notes Numantia as a major town of the Arevaci civitas, as does Ptolemy (the geographer) writing c. 150 (2.5). Numantia remains a continously inhabited site well into the late Roman period!

In short, many students and scholars are swift to accept declarations by our sources that a given people was ‘wiped out’ or annihilated or replaced when it is clear that what we are reading is intense hyperbole meant to stress that these people were badly brutalized (but not wiped out).

Alas, the first real tool we got to assess population movement reinforced rather than discouraged the 19th century ‘all replacement, all the time’ view: linguistics. After all, if your sources say there was a population migration and the local language changes, well chances are you really do have a lot of people moving. But assuming replacement here is extremely tricky because the thing about languages is that people learn them. One need only briefly look at a list of languages under threat today to see how people will migrate towards more useful or popular languages – abandoning local ones – even in the absence of official repression and indeed sometimes in the presence of active state efforts to sustain local languages. But it was easy for a lot of older scholars who already had a migration-and-replacement mental model to point, as we began to puzzle out the relations between languages, to languages moving and expanding and assume that the reason one language replaced another in a region is that the former language’s speakers moved in, killed everyone else and set up shop. The fact that locally dominant languages tended to become universal over a few generations could be taken as (false) confirmation of a replacement narrative.

What begins to lead scholars to question many (though not all!) of these ‘replacements’ was not ‘wokeness’ but rather archaeology, which offered a way of tracking the presence of cultural signifiers other than language. One example of this, noted by Simon James in The Atlantic Celts (1999) is population movement into Britain during the Iron Age. Older scholars, noting that Britain was full of Celtic-Language speakers (even more so before the Anglo-Saxons showed up, of course), had imagined (in addition to Bronze Age or very early Iron Age migrations) an effective invasion of the isles by continental Celtic-Language speakers (read: Gauls with La Tène material culture). But the archaeology revealed that burial customs do not shift to resemble continental burial customs – had there been a great wave of invaders, they would have brought their distinctive elite warrior burials and grave goods with them and they didn’t. Instead, the evidence we have is for significant human mobility and trade over the channel between two culturally similar yet distinct groups which remain distinct through the mid-to-late Iron Age (and beyond).

Archaeological data thus lets us see cultural continuity and regional distinctiveness even in cases where people are adopting new languages. It also lets us see more clearly people below the level of the ruling class (who tend to write all of our sources and mostly write about themselves). That in many cases lets us see situations where we know there has been an invasion or mass migration, even potentially involving sources attesting leadership changes or shifting languages, but where material culture shows no major discontinuity, suggesting that what has happened is a relatively thin layering of a new elite overtop of a society that demographically has not changed much among the peasantry (the Norman conquest of England is a decent example of this, as is the Macedonian conquest of the Persian Empire). Sometimes the common-folk material culture will then drift more slowly but steadily towards the material culture of the new elite, sometimes such a slow-and-steady drift (often involving the new elite drifting as well!) suggests broad population continuity, adapting to new fashions.

Of course the newest and latest tool now available are genetic studies. This is an extremely powerful tool which can in some cases remove (or add) key question-marks in our understanding. Genetic evidence has, for instance, offered some significant insight into the arrival of western Steppe and Caucasus peoples – the Indo-European Language speakers – into Europe. Notably, a significant amount of Early European Farmer (that is, pre-Indo-European-speaker migration peoples) DNA remains in modern European populations. Unsurprisingly, it is strongest in places like Italy and Iberia (where we have pre-Indo-European languages that survived), but it is a significant layer over most of Europe, telling us quite clearly that the pre-existing population was not entirely wiped out by the arrival of the speakers of a new language family (although the incoming ancestry groups to come to predominate, suggesting some degree of replacement).

Likewise a recent study of roughly 200 remains at sites generally identified as Phoenician surprisingly identified a remarkable array of different potential origins, with individuals from Sicily and the Aegean as well as North Africa and surprisingly few individuals apparently from the Levant, suggesting that quite a lot of the population involved in Phoenician colonization was drawn from a relatively wide range of places in the Mediterranean.

That said, I think it is also necessary to handle this sort of genetic evidence with care. There is, I think, an unfortunate knee-jerk tendency particularly among the interested public to treat genetic studies as ultimately dispositive, in no small part because people operate from the same flawed assumption as those old 19th century racists, that genetic communities of ancestry and cultural communities are and must be co-extensive, when often are not. But the Phoenician example above points to the problems there: whatever the original source of the genetic material among the Carthaginians, we know quite clearly from archaeology, literary sources, inscriptions and linguistic evidence that the Carthaginians regarded themselves as culturally linked to the Levant (not the Aegean) with close ties to the ‘mother city’ of Tyre. They adopted and maintained a distinctively Phoenician material culture identity even in the distant Western Mediterranean, gave their children distinctively Punic names, and so on.

All of that serves as a reminder that – again, contrary to what the racial essentialists (sadly resurgent in online spaces) would suppose – that genetic identity was hardly the only category that mattered to people in the past. Indeed, in a very real sense, genetic identity in the way we are testing it didn’t matter to those people at all. Given the genetic mix we see, there almost certainly were a meaningful number of people in pre-Roman Etruria who, by whatever quirk of luck had few or even none of the genetic markers we use to identify Early European Farmer ancestry – there’s plenty enough blending in ancient Italian populations for it. Yet those would have spoken Etruscan, followed Etruscan customs, held citizenship in an Etruscan polity, they would have been Etruscan in every way they knew that mattered to them. That their genetically significant ancestors were all actually descendants of early Indo-European speakers is something they would not know.

Genetic evidence thus comes with a risk of over-reading a simple answer to the complex question of people in the past who often had complex, layered identities, which they expressed in any number of ways.

Now I should note here at the end that I have pushed here against the assumption that migrations and movements always meant extermination and replacement. Indeed, it is far more often that we see – often quite violently, to be clear (but not always so) – populations blend to a substantial degree. At the same time obviously sometimes peoples really did push or wipe out pre-existing populations. The aforementioned Early European Farmers – the first wave of farming peoples entering Europe, coming from Anatolia, do seem to have largely displaced almost all of the pre-existing European hunter-gatherer population. Of course living in the United States, the arrival of European settlers resulted in a catastrophic decline of the Native American population, primarily from disease and also from warfare and displacement.

The point here is not a pollyannish assertion that historical population contacts were always peaceful (or the equally silly proposition that they were always peaceful except for European imperialism). The point is instead that these contacts were complex: incoming migrations did not always or even usually mass-replace existing populations. They very frequently blended, sometimes relatively more peacefully, sometimes very violently. Meanwhile there was also a lot of human mobility that didn’t involve mass migration or warfare at all, resulting in the nice neat ethnic lines imagined by earlier scholars rapidly turning into a blur with strongly blended edges all around.

Of course in many cases, the folks who remain intensely wedded to a pure extermination-and-replacement model of population interaction remain so wedded not because that model is true or comports to the evidence (of which they generally have little knowledge), but because it is ideologically necessary: they’re bigots who want to engage in ethnic cleansing (or want to ward off the idea their own ancestors might have been guilty of it) and so want to assert that population interactions must always be so, because if it is always so, if there is no other way, then they can no longer be blamed for their fantasies.

But it was not always so. History is complex and defined by human choices. Better things were possible and better things are now possible. Sometimes we even chose those better things.

Of course I couldn’t leave you entirely without a cat picture.

On to Recommendations:

I’ve run across quite a few neat videos and podcasts over the past week. Over on ToldInStone’s podcast channel, he interviewed Roel Konijnendijk on Alexander the Great in a wonderfully informative discussion. I particularly like Konijnendijk’s stress on just how relatively limited the sources are here and how much we have to rely on conjecture to understand the process by which the Macedonian army emerged, how Alexander won his victories and how the Achaemenid army worked. These are informed conjectures, we do have evidence, but as always with ancient history, the evidence has frustrating gaps and limitations that need to be acknowledged.

Another great podcast that was recommended to me is Build Like a Roman, consisting of short episodes (around 20 minutes) talking the materials and methods by which the Romans built their famous structures. The podcast, by Darren McLean is just getting started laying out the different materials – concrete, lime, tuff, travertine, etc. – that were used in construction and is well worth a listen if you are interested in Roman building.

Meanwhile in naval history on Drachinifel’s channel, he has a long video (well, long by normal standards, regular length by Drach standards) on the start of Britain’s anti-slavery campaign at sea, led by the Royal Navy’s West Africa Squadron, which had the responsibility of enforcing Britain’s efforts to block the slave trade. The British ban on slave trading, passed in 1807, did not self-enforce, after all: British slavers arranged to fly false flags or get false papers from other countries in order to continue the trade illegally and of course the ships of other powers continued the trade. Drach takes this effort to 1820 and I hope he continues the series since the West Africa Squadron remained active into the 1860s.

Finally over on his History Does You substack, the admirably named Secretary of Defense Rock penned an interesting essay, “There is No Such Thing as Grand Strategy” which I think is worth reading. The title is in some sense misleading: sodrock immediately concedes that, by its narrow definition states do actually do grand strategy – that is, correlating economic, demographic, military and diplomatic policy to clear ends. What he disputes is the notion of some airy realm of pure strategy, where all of the messiness of politics falls away and states think purely in these terms. And that point is, I think, valuable. One of the challenges I’ve had in making my own arguments about Roman strategy is dealing with colleagues whose vision of strategy is so informed by the non-existent idea of this ‘higher plane’ of strategic thinking that they cannot recognize real strategy making – messy, ad hoc, temporary and complicated – when they see it.

Finally, on to this week’s Book Review. This week, I want to recommend Lucian Staiano-Daniels’ The War People: A Social History of Common Soldiers during the Era of the Thirty Years War (2024). Two quick caveats: first, I was given a copy of the book by the author (but I do not recommend every book I am given by an author and folks who send me books know that) and second, this is a volume that is a bit more pricey than what I normally recommend and I was going to hold off recommending it on that basis (the book is good, obviously) except that it has a much more reasonably priced Kindle version. I do generally try to avoid recommending academic books no one can afford, so the more affordable E-book is welcome.

The War People fits into a larger genre we call ‘micro-history:’ rather than grand narrative of a whole war or reign or country, it is a focused history of a relatively small group of people, with the aim of illuminating what it was like to live a certain kind of life in a certain place at a certain time. In this case, the focus of the book is on the Mansfield Regiment, raised by Wolfgang von Mansfield, a Saxon noble, in Saxony in 1625 to fight in Northern Italy on behalf of Spain as part of the Valtellina War, a side theater of the larger Thirty Years War (and the Eighty Years War) fought over a key component of the Spanish Road which connected Habsburg logistics from Spain to the Spanish Netherlands overland. Doubtless that sentence made your head spin a little but for the reader as much as for the soldiers raised the actual politics of all of this is secondary (as Staiano-Daniels notes, when their war ends in victory, the regiment doesn’t even record this in their records): this book isn’t about the Valtellina War, it is about what it was like to serve in a regiment in Europe during this period.

In order to do that Staiano-Daniels uses the records and letters of this one regiment to dig into what life and military culture were like. How, for instance, the soldiery had their own sense of honor and appropriate action, which differed quite a lot from the civilians around them (one soldier writes, “to make it in this thing, you’ve really got to be young, and you’ve got to look at others with your fists” which is just remarkably on the nose), how they got into trouble, how they were (sometimes not) paid, what their diverse origins were, how they displayed their status (with colorful outfits made of cloth that they bought, traded and sometimes stole) and most of all the social values of this society. The result is a window into another cultural world, at once familiar and alien. Eventually, for lack of pay, the regiment effectively collapses – the perennial problem that states in this period had the resources and administration to raise large armies, but not to sustain them – with some portion of the regiment bleeding away and the rest pulled into a new regiment under the command of Alwig von Sulz.

The War People is well- and clearly-written, though I should be clear that it is written in a clear and effective but relatively dry academic style. The background politics and strategic considerations which motivated the raising of the Mansfield Regiment may confuse a reader, but they are also in a way fundamentally unimportant to the purpose of the book – what mattered was there there were many such regiments engaged in many such wars and this is how they (or some of them) lived. And that part of the narrative, with Staiano-Daniels presents as a mix of vignettes (like the theft and distribution of quite a bit of cloth, for instance) and careful analysis (like the study of how and how much soldiers were paid) very clearly and effectively. The micro-history focus is particularly valuable here: it is one thing to read in larger scale histories of warfare in Europe in this period, for instance, that states often struggled to pay their armies, but it is informative in a different way to read through the process by which the Mansfield regiment steadily withered away (pillaging not a few locals in the process) as its officers struggled to maintain it or manage its transition to a new formation without proper pay. That is the great virtue of this approach: it takes a general feature and then reveals how that feature manifested ‘on the ground’ as it were.

Consequently, I can imagine this book as remarkably valuable in the hands of at least three kinds of readers. For the scholar of the period, it is an effective, often penetrating work of social and military history, of course. But equally for the enthusiast or reenactor, it gives a real sense of what daily life was like in these regiments, including some very intense ugliness (there’s quite a lot of violence in this book, recorded through legal proceedings and such), but also the soldier’s own sense of who they were, what their values were and what sort of person could be upright in their company. Finally, for the world-builders out there who want to tell stories about early professional armies, the book provides an opportunity to ground those stories in the real experiences of soldiers in such a regiment and the many, many other people (women attached to the men of the regiment, civilians unfortunate enough to be near it) it impacted. Here the ‘on the ground’ focus of the book is going to be particularly useful in translating general ideas into a specific sense of how those ideas might translate to actual practice .

Fate's Bane by C. L. Clark

Friday, February 6th, 2026 10:02 am
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Can true love overcome clan rivalry and dark magic?

Fate's Bane by C. L. Clark

sartorial

Friday, February 6th, 2026 12:00 am
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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 6, 2026 is:

sartorial • \sahr-TOR-ee-ul\  • adjective

Sartorial broadly means “of or relating to clothes,” but it often more specifically means “of or relating to a tailor or tailored clothes.”

// This particular English teacher is known both for engaging students deeply in literature and for her eccentric sartorial tastes.

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Examples:

“As always, the Princess’s sartorial elegance shone through this year, with her championing British designers, turning to old favourites and adorning treasures she’s been gifted from the royal family over the years.” — Hello! Magazine (UK), 30 Dec. 2025

Did you know?

Study the seams in the word sartorial and you’ll find the common adjective suffix -ial and sartor, a Medieval Latin noun meaning “tailor.” (Sartor comes ultimately from Latin sarcire, “to mend.”) Sartorial has bedecked the English language since the early decades of the 19th century as a word describing things relating to clothes and to tailors, while sartor, though never fully adopted into the language, has also seen occasional use as a synonym for tailor. A third word shares the same root: sartorius (plural sartorii) refers to the longest muscle in the human body. Crossing the front of the thigh obliquely, it assists in rotating the leg to the cross-legged position in which the knees are spread wide apart—and in which tailors have traditionally sat.



solar: day 2

Thursday, February 5th, 2026 11:25 pm
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Last year we replaced our roof, which unlocked solar panels. (We didn't want to put in panels and then have to lift them to replace the roof. And it turned out that the provider wouldn't have put panels on a roof that old anyway.) Permits and supply chains and inspections and the actual work took a while, but everything was installed and paid for before the tax year ended. It took until last week to get through the utility company's inspection so we could turn it on, and we finally got our "permission to operate" confirmation yesterday morning.

I didn't expect much in the middle of winter, especially on a cloudy day like today, but yesterday when it was sunny we returned more power to the grid than we drew, and today we're doing ok now but it looks like we'll be pulling from the grid overnight. (The battery is getting close to its "do not drop below" point, that being a buffer in case of actual outages.) I have never been so involved in power usage...

The battery has been on since it was installed; we didn't have a power outage during that time, but I assume it would have kicked in if so. 'Tis the season, so I was taken by surprise the first time I got a notification on my phone from my battery saying "National Weather Service says there's a storm coming so I'm charging up to 100%", because of course it does that. This is a whole new world for me. :-)

Golden Sunlands by Christopher Rowley

Thursday, February 5th, 2026 08:52 am
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Federal Ranger Cracka Buckshore's efforts to keep irate parents from lynching handsome Fodo Bathin are complicated when Cracka, Fodo, and everyone else on the planet are kidnapped and taken to an artificial universe.

Golden Sunlands by Christopher Rowley

adulation

Thursday, February 5th, 2026 12:00 am
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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 5, 2026 is:

adulation • \aj-uh-LAY-shun\  • noun

Adulation refers to extreme or excessive admiration, flattery, or praise.

// The triumphant players were greeted with shouts of adulation.

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Examples:

“Curators focus on the sunnier side of Elvis's tragic story, yet Graceland still provides an intimate glimpse into superstardom and all that comes with it: the adulation, the opulence, the hangers-on and the darkness that counterbalances such a burst of light.” — Rick Rojas, The New York Times, 29 Nov. 2025

Did you know?

If witnessing a display of adulation reminds you of a dog panting after its beloved person, you’ve picked up adulation’s etymological “scent”; the word ultimately comes from the Latin verb adūlārī, meaning “to fawn on” (a sense used specifically of the affectionate behavior of dogs) or “to praise insincerely.” Adulation has been in use in English since the 15th century. The verb adulate, noun adulator, and adjective adulatory followed dutifully behind.



i think i leveled up

Wednesday, February 4th, 2026 11:28 pm
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Posted by Wil

I turned in a story on Friday. It was over a year late. It needed eyes that aren’t mine, it needed another pass from me, it needed a polish. So it isn’t done done, but it’s close enough to done that I feel safe writing about what may turn out to be one of the most important things I’ve written in my creative and professional journey as a writer, maybe a close second to Still Just A Geek.

I worked on this story for about eighteen months, even though I “only” spent about 12 hours actually writing it. It was a year late, even though it “only” took me three days to write the draft that I turned in. I have never worked harder or longer with fewer words to show for it at the end. But they are good words. I am so glad that I did this, that I put this at the top of my queue and left it there, even when I felt like I couldn’t put two words together, because when I accepted it, I made a promise to myself that I would do the thing,1 and it was really important to me that I didn’t break that promise, even if it meant that the queue did not move at all, for a year.

I was so excited to do this when I accepted the invitation in late 2023 or early 2024. But the election broke me, and 2025 went from being a year I expected to be all about making not just this thing, but lots of things, to a year that forced me to turn off my engines, divert all power from all non-essential systems to life and mental health support, and run silent until further notice.2

Nearly every day in June and July, I woke up with my body completely dysregulated. It was its own alarm: the terror, the shaking, the nausea and sweating … all of that stuff I became an alcoholic to avoid before I went to sleep at night was now happening to me, ten years sober from alcohol, every fucking morning. And this was even worse than the other thing. Day after day, exhaustion and discomfort helped push my anxiety to record levels, worse than it had been in years. I felt like the ulcer my mom didn’t believe I had when I was a teenager was coming back. I was distracted all the time, constantly crashing into doorways and furniture, forgetting why I walked into every room. More than once, for days at a time, I felt like I didn’t even know myself.

I mean, it was a lot. And I say that as someone who has survived and healed from a lot, you dig me?

The dysregulation was a symptom, I knew that; but why it showed up when it did took a lot of work to uncover, probably because the cause turned out to be a lot of different things3 that ultimately revealed themselves to be a individual parts of a few things that I could look at and work on using EMDR therapy4.

EMDR therapy works so well for me, it is advanced technology that is indistinguishable from magic. But that magic isn’t a spell that cures everything and turns me into someone I’m never going to be. But it helps so much, and it heals so much, I literally feel pain and trauma leave my body5 and then over the next few days, I notice that space to enjoy the good things opens up. For months, now, I have been experiencing moments similar to the first time I heard the birds, as I notice that something which had been hurting for so long, I had gotten used to it, like the smell when you live next to the dump, was gone. And, just like I did then, I marveled that I was able to exist at all with the trauma taking up all that space.

The thing about my healing and recovery is that I can work my way through the level, get to one of those hideous Baron-Harknonen-meets-human-Bender-meets-a-gibbering-mass-of-eyeballs-and-teeth boss monsters, defeat it, and celebrate as I head to the next level … but there’s always another monster waiting behind some currently unopened door that I will have to eventually go through. So I celebrate the wins, but cautiously.

For the last year or so, in the exuberant haze of post-slaying celebration, I would sit at my desk, confident that The Thing was now going to begin filling the empty document. Most of the time, it was a frustrating, demoralizing experience as I dragged words, kicking and screaming, from my mind onto the page. At the end of those days, I’d curse myself and throw it all away. Once or twice, I enjoyed what I wrote, but when I went back to add to it, I realized there was a nice scene or two there, but nothing I could build into a story. Nothing I wrote made my heart sing. I never felt connected to what I had written. Maybe I’d put together one or two or even three nice scenes, but the reason I wanted to write it, the story I wanted to tell, I didn’t know what that was, because I was too distracted, too tired, too … broken.

I. Just. Could. Not. Do. It.

I’m gonna yadda yadda over a lot, because I want to hurry up and get to the fireworks factory. Maybe I’ll come back to it in the future. For now I will say I found myself in the middle of an empty ocean, floundering in the worst storm I’ve ever seen. I had all these instruments telling me how to get out of it, but I couldn’t adjust the sails to use them. I got frustrated, I got mad, I started to get depressed.

Yadda yadda, one day, as I was thrown wildly around by the violence of towering waves, it was like my body, or my Higher Self, or whomever is writing my life took pity on (or ran out of patience with) me and decided to do something about it. One day in late Autumn, it broke the glass and smashed a big red button which delivered this message: You will not be able to make good art, the one thing you want to do more than anything else for the rest of your life, until you slow down and let the healing take as long as it takes. We mean, really commit and do it. Yes, when it is hard. Yes, when it feels like you’re running in place on a patch of ice and if you fall it’s really going to hurt. Yes, when you are afraid. Yes when you are overwhelmed. Yes, yes, yes, you can do this. You must do this.

I heard that, paused, and I listened to what came after. I showed up and did the work. I started to slow down, but the way an overloaded cargo ship slows down over, starting several days out of port before it can think about actually slowing down again to dock without exploding like a Ford Pinto6

That brings us to sometime in January. I had been out of the storm and on dry land for a little bit, but I could still feel the motion of that storm, emotional landsickness from a body that didn’t realize the motion was a memory,7 but I also felt weirdly aware of how on solid ground I was, and that the discomfort was literally in my head. So I went for some walks, and as the landsickness calmed, all the years of reading books I didn’t feel had helped me at the time, books about storytelling, story structure, character development, writing process, books I read in an effort to get myself from a guy who writes things to a guy who is a writer, all came together at once, and before I realized it was happening, I think I got there. I think I am there, right now. Holy shit.

I have always known that I was mostly faking it, when it came to writing stories. I always felt like I had always had some grasp of the skills, but very little understanding of how to use them. I know that I’m reasonably competent and occasionally even good as a blogger who writes stories about his own life. I know that I can effectively recreate the emotional sense of a place and put you there. That’s not nothing! I’m proud of it and I love doing it! But when I tried to take that particular set of skills and translate them into writing stories of my own that actually say something through characters who grow and change in a story that evolves as I tell it rather than remember it, I couldn’t do it. I didn’t understand something fundamental about the discipline, and I didn’t even know where to look to find it. I think maybe it isn’t one single thing, and maybe it isn’t something that is meant to be easy or even logical in its discovery. At least, not for me. And I’m not even sure I’ve completely put it all together, just that I’ve figured out enough of it to finally get the key to turn in a door I’ve clawed grooves into, trying to brute force my way through it.

I started from the very beginning: What story do I want to tell, and why? A couple days of long, quiet walks later, I knew. It was simple and clear: I want to tell a dark fantasy story about a man who’s been running away from himself for so long, he doesn’t realize that he’s been caught, until it is too late. I want to examine where his greed comes from and why.

Where will I set it? Who is the guy? What happens after we meet him? Is there a twist? What is it? Who wins at the end? I allowed myself to write hundreds of words that didn’t work, knowing that they were getting me to the next hundred words that did, confident that I would be able to clean them up later8.

I had such a great time. I felt creative. I felt clever. I felt productive. I felt like I knew what I was doing! I wanted to reach out and tell my friend this was happening, but after blowing so many deadlines, I didn’t want to say anything unless and until it was done.

While I was busy not texting my friend, my friend texted me. They told me no pressure or expectation, they know what I’m dealing with, but there was a week left if I still wanted to turn in the thing. I replied that I would do my best, and mentioned that I’d been working on it, but didn’t go into the rest. I really wanted to stay on target, use The Force, blow this thing and go home.

Late in the day last Thursday, I finished the draft. I looked at it again Friday morning, was happy to discover that it held up, and turned it in with a note that said I thought this was about 90% done, but I needed fresh eyes to look at it, for those things I inevitably miss, or things that are left over from a previous draft that I didn’t notice were still there.

And I waited.

Yesterday, my friend texted me that he loved my story. Shortly after, the editor replied that he had no notes and was ready to publish it as-is. I asked if I could have a day to do a polish and just look it over one last time.

After my coffee and Marlowe’s walk this morning, I opened up my current draft and began reading it aloud. I made cosmetic tweaks here and there, tried out something in a scene that didn’t work so I deleted it all, and was sincerely shocked at how finished it actually was. It was more like 98% there, not 85% like I thought just 24 hours prior. I realized that I was having fun reading it, like it was something I hadn’t written, but was enjoying on its own merits.

That was wild, man.

So, after about 18 months, I “only” spent about twelve hours over “only” about four days working on the thing, but I think I spent roughly 540 days with this story, while it taught me how to be a writer.

What do you mean, Wil? I’ve been reading your blog for 20 years. Of course you’re a writer. Yes, I’ve written lots of things in 20ish years, but I always felt like I was mostly faking it. I could stack story blocks on top of each other, but if the stack got too tall, it always fell over. And even if I was in love with it before it fell, I didn’t know how to put those blocks back in order because I didn’t know why they went in that order, just that they fit together well, mostly by accident.

Something is different, now, and some other ideas that have been sitting on shelves in my creative mind, gathering dust, have begun to call out to me for the first time in years. Two things that I really loved developing but never finished are probably going to be combined into one thing, and I think I may even have a chance at pitching the result to a publisher.

I didn’t notice until today, editing this post, how much my growth as a trauma survivor and my growth as a writer have in common, even though I’ve always known they were linked together in ways I was aware of and ways I was not. It is not lost on me, at all, and it is not even a little coincidence, that I ended up writing a story about someone someone who knows he has trauma to heal, pain to reconcile, but unlike me, he choose to run away from it instead of doing the work. Of course, it’s also just a nice dark fantasy story with a little horror around the edges, too.

None of this was easy, but I believe that nothing truly worth doing ever is. There were times when I felt lost, and afraid, times when I gave up. My god, I gave up half a dozen times. But I got lucky, and the project moved slowly enough for me to catch up.

Now, I have to rest for a minute, but when I’m done, I’m going back to work. I have these stories I want to tell, and I think I actually know how to tell them.

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  1. Hell, I was excited to do the thing. I had a ton of ideas to choose from, and any one of them would be such a thing! ↩
  2. That work is ongoing. I’m going to be on a recovery and healing journey for the rest of my life, with its own storms and calm seas. At the moment, I feel like I have just emerged from one of the must brutal storms I have gone through in a long while to find myself on pretty calm water, so maybe we can think of this as putting into my logbook what it was like to weather that storm, so I’m better prepared for the next one. ↩
  3. I almost called them “little” but there are no “little” traumas and I have to remind myself not to minimize my experience, so I’m going to remind you, also. ↩
  4. EMDR is science that, for me, is indistinguishable from magic. ↩
  5. I know, that’s weird, especially from Captain Skeptic here, but it’s happened enough that I have to accept it, now. ↩
  6. I’m auditioning phrases to use when I want to say “slowly and then all at once”. This one probably isn’t getting called back. ↩
  7. Stares at camera in Trauma Survivor ↩
  8. This is significant for me. I spent so much of my life (and still do, contra best efforts) just terrified that everything I tried to do had to be perfect on the first try, or else my dad would be right about me. It’s damn close to impossible to be creative when I feel that way, and even harder to make myself keep going with “good enough” or even “bad but something”. I’ve worked so hard to stop judging myself, I’m giving myself a footnoted gold star for actually getting there. ↩

another reading list

Wednesday, February 4th, 2026 03:08 pm
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Someone that I follow posted a list of the Hugo award winners for Best Novel, so here is where I stand with those as of today.

I have read: 22 books )

I own a copy but have not yet read: 11 books )

I started but did not finish: 3 books )

I have not read: 38 books )

I feel pretty good about this representation, especially since I've read (and mostly enjoyed) the most recent winners for twelve years running, up to last year's which I just haven't gotten around to yet. Also because for the ones I have not read, about half of them are by authors who have written other stories that I did read. But some of them I know I will never bother with, and that's okay.

Bundle of Holding: Human Gorilla Heists

Wednesday, February 4th, 2026 02:25 pm
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This all-new Human Gorilla Heists Bundle presents .PDF ebooks from Human Gorilla Creations that help you create tabletop fantasy roleplaying adventures of thieves and thievery.

Bundle of Holding: Human Gorilla Heists
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Aisha's unique senses could help the empire escape the ecological crisis the empire has inadvertently engineered. Too bad dynastic security requires her death.

The Girl from the West (Kokun, volume 1) by Nahoko Uehashi (Translated by Cathy Hirano)

diaphanous

Wednesday, February 4th, 2026 12:00 am
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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 4, 2026 is:

diaphanous • \dye-AF-uh-nus\  • adjective

Diaphanous is a formal word used to describe fabric of a texture so fine that one can see through it. Diaphanous is also sometimes used figuratively to describe something characterized by extreme delicacy of form.

// The bride looked radiant in her floor-length gown and diaphanous veil.

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Examples:

"With a bright pattern set on flaming crimson and a diaphanous petticoat underneath, the dress fits her perfectly." — David Wingrave, Harpers Magazine, 24 Oct. 2025

Did you know?

What do the words diaphanous, epiphany, fancy, phenomenon, sycophant, emphasis, and phase all have in common? The Greek word phaínein shows more clearly in some of these words than in others, but it underlies all of them. The groundwork for diaphanous was laid when phaínein (meaning "to bring to light, cause to appear") was combined with the prefix dia- (meaning "through"). From that pairing came the Greek diaphanḗs ("transparent"), parent of the Medieval Latin diaphanus, which is the direct ancestor of the English word.



Fig (2011 - 2026)

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2026 11:45 pm
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I just got email from Fig's owner that Fig (who I owned from 2012 to 2017) passed away this evening. Cause unknown. My impression is Fig just didn't wake up.

Seen on the Watsfic Discord

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2026 02:40 pm
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QWP


Hey everyone,

**This year marks WATSFIC's 50th Anniversary!** To commemorate this we are releasing a new issue of our club fanzine Starsongs.

If you would like to become an officially published author, we are opening up submissions right now! Send us your **short stories, opinion pieces, open letters** [to systems, games, concepts, authors, or WATSFIC itself], **reviews of Sci-Fi/Fantasy** games, books, or other media, **your best drawings or paintings**, or whatever else you'd like to share with WATSFIC and the greater UW Community. We will endeavour to accept and print as many submissions as possible as long as they are club appropriate. If you're unsure if your idea is right for Starsongs, please don't hesitate to contact an exec and we'd be more than happy to discuss it and/or workshop it with you!

If you are looking for inspiration, you can find the 1970s releases of Starsongs on the University of Waterloo's Digital Library.

**We will be accepting submissions until the end of March, if you would like to contribute** please fill out this form here.

-# Submissions after March 31st may still be accepted, but we cannot promise anything, so please try to get any and all submission in before this deadline to ensure your work can be considered.

D&D scenario

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2026 11:54 am
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Decades after the PCs' last adventure, an old epic foe reappears, still bent on conquest.

Time to get the band back together!

Alas, the band isn't just dispersed. All but one member is long dead.

Happily, the last surviving member is a necromancer.
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A moment of foolish charity drags impoverished Altair Jones into a deadly struggle.

Angel With a Sword (Merovingen Nights, volume 1) by C J Cherryh

hornswoggle

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2026 12:00 am
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Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for February 3, 2026 is:

hornswoggle • \HORN-swah-gul\  • verb

To hornswoggle someone is to trick or deceive them.

// I think we were hornswoggled by that magician.

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Examples:

"Netflix users have been warned to look out for an insidious, AI-powered email scam that looks nearly indistinguishable from the real deal. ... If you have been already hornswoggled by such a scheme, Netflix advises changing your password and reaching out to your bank." — Ben Cost, The New York Post, 3 Mar. 2025

Did you know?

Hornswoggle is a slang word of some considerable mystery, at least where its etymology is concerned. The word appears to have originated in the southern United States in the early 19th century. The earliest known written record comes from an 1829 issue of The Virginia Literary Magazine in its glossary of Americanisms. The magazine states that hornswoggle comes from Kentucky, and that its oddness matches nicely with other 19th-century Americanisms, such as sockdolager, absquatulate, callithump, slumgullion, and skedaddle. While the exact point at which hornswoggle entered our language, and the way in which it was formed, may remain unknown, it is a charming addition to our language, joining bamboozle and honeyfuggle as colorful ways to say "to deceive."



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