Mostly For The Living Because Sometimes I Forget - Tumblr Posts

(The spices were cardamom and cinnamon, you silly fool, and the children in your hometown are hungrier. The songbird was a woodlark, and the only exotic thing there was you.)

This.  I love this.  I need to remember this.  No, I want to remember this.  Otherwise all I know and see is all that I’ve known and seen, even when I’m a thousand miles away from anything I’ve ever seen before.  And how bland would life be if everything you ate was the same meal you just had.

It occurs to me that failure to properly worldbuild an SFFnal story is - sometimes, though not always - less reflective of a writer’s creative ability than it is a consequence of their real-world privilege. The concept of culture as something with multiple...