But also on a deadly serious note in light of the fuckery of the current regime: Autism is not caused by vaccines. It is not something to be “cured” or “overcome” but instead embraced.
I am so thankful for the many wildly brilliant and wise autistic people in my life.
…but most especially Kwade.

It’s Autism Awareness Day. @kmjoslin29.bsky.social, I am aware of you.

Over the last two months, I have heard of three separate instances of writers allegedly using a generative AI tool for the actual drafting of their contracted manuscripts with traditional publishers.

Rage. Vaccines don’t make people autistic. To reduce a person’s individuality and unique brain patterns to the result of vaccine is to attack uniqueness and to invalidate those of us who are in the spectrum. The fact we have to go through this yet again is infuriating.

I am still over here trying to figure out how to get the Apple mail app back to how it was.
How am I supposed to navigate this mess? Has anyone figured it out?

For writers and literary agents selling non-fiction book proposals to publishers: I am a book marketer with opinions!
I’ve got some thoughts that do not have to boss you, but they just might help land you a higher advance 🤷‍♀️

I had a substack essay ready for you all, but with the way this week has gone, I scrapped it and spent the evening writing what felt more honest and urgent.

Hitting your inbox in the morning are some thoughts on navigating the doomscroll.

(Spoiler: the answer might involve a notebook.)

What a wild week, yeah? I’m thankful for a community of friends making plans to be active in our city and state.
And also you might need a break from what’s alarming out there?
Might I offer a feed of the odd things I found at an antique store this week!
Starting strong with metaphysical overflow.

I built an igloo with some friends a couple weeks ago. Naturally that lead to thoughts about creating and “building platform.”
I wrote an essay about it.
But mostly, adults should make space to do things with friends on a weeknight. It was good for the soul.

I read this essay from @garrettbucks.bsky.social this evening. I found resonance here. Maybe you will too:

open.substack.com/pub/thewhite...

I confessed this to a friend tonight: one of the fun features of my personal echolalia is that the AWANA Sparks theme song gets stuck in my head at random points and will last for DAYS.
A girl can run screaming from fundamentalist Baptists, but her neurodivergent brain is gonna take a souvenir.

I know many of us are here because other platforms have felt fraught. It’s a wild time in the social media landscape and I think we all feel it.
I’m processing some of those complicated thoughts over on Substack if you want to dip into my first essay there:

open.substack.com/pub/lexdewee...

A good theologian must have a good imagination. This is why I don’t trust theologians who don’t read fiction.

Alright, I’ve been watching from afar and I decided I wanted in!
Excited to connect with bookish folks and theology nerds and just so many of you I missed hearing from on a regular basis.