crossposting

my systems of crossposting grow ever more arcane

- I post things to fedi/mastodon, straight from the brain through my fingers into cyberspace

- if it's a fandomy post that, on reflection, I don't mind being publicly visible: crosspost it to bsky

- if it's a fic rec: crosspost it to bsky, bookmark it on ao3, bookmark it on linkding, comment on the fic

- if it's an svsss fic rec: also crosspost it to the svsss discord server I'm in

- if it's an announcement of a fanwork I posted, crosspost it to allllll the things: bsky, tumblr, dreamwidth, my website, any relevant discord servers, any friends I want to share with directly

- once a week, review my week's worth of random posts, collect a few that I'm happy sharing on tumblr and dreamwidth, and crosspost them to both venues

- once a month, collect my month's recs, and crosspost them to tumblr and dreamwidth

WHEW. that's a lot to keep track of! and somehow I feel like I might still be missing something. which is of course the problem!

themed short story recs

This is a list of 22 short story recs for forestofglory! You might also enjoy them if you are interested in female-focused stories from the last 5 years that are interested in human connection and/or material culture, and usually have a hopeful mood.

Little Free Library, by Naomi Kritzer

Meigan built her Little Free Library from a kit, because she wanted to make it into art. She sanded the wood and painted it with primer, then glued on the rocks she’d picked up from the Lake Superior shore over the summer and used acrylics to paint indigo swirls around them. When she mounted it on the post outside her St. Paul house, she decided to paint the post, too, and painted a fuchsia road, winding around the post to the box at the top, and outlined the road in smaller pebbles. There was a little bit of glitter in the fuchsia craft paint, and she decided that the book cabinet should have some of that, as well. Finally she screwed on the sign that said “Little Free Library” with the instructions: take a book, return a book.

Haunted House, by Elizabeth Wein

Sandy Nissley was the youngest of five children, and by the time she was ready for high school her father was retired. The Nissleys’ large old early twentieth century duplex at Twenty-Four-Twelve North Second Street had become three bedrooms and a whole storey too big for them, and Sandy’s parents decided to move into something a lot smaller. They weren’t going far, and Sandy would be closer to her school. The change didn’t turn Sandy’s world on its head. But she dreamed about the house she’d grown up in.

Martian Cinema, by Gabriela Santiago

Mara took us down into the caves because we were bored, and because she was the oldest so it was her job to figure out what to do when me and Kay were bored. No one had found a new hiding place for Hide and Seek in three years, and all the board games in the game room were either for grown-ups or babies, and we weren’t allowed to play Hiding From The Martians anymore.

( the rest of the recs are under the cut )