Sophie Wereley

AI filmmaking and storytelling is punk rock. It’s hip hop. It’s counterculture. It’s a new type of creativity. It’s a new medium. It’s hated by the mainstream film and art establishment. It resists ideology. It ignores gate keeping. It’s uncomfortable. It’s scary. It’s viral. It’s accessible. It’s refreshing. It’s welcoming. It’s here.

AI filmmaking is peeing. It’s pooping. It’s throwing up. It’s a new kind of liquid coming out. It’s hated by the establishment. It’s what goes in the toilet. It’s wet. It’s what’s in the bathroom.

I would rather die than create an account to continue

if you add enough spicy it adds back vitamins

Me, squirting sriracha into my microwavable kalguksoo for 30 unbroken seconds: "Gee, this is a lot. I hope it's not too volcanic."

Liiiiike incest makes your magic weirder and less reliable but the family keeps on keeping on because power?

ok listen for what it's worth, i know 3 people i could conceivably buy this for and each one of them would want linguistic accuracy

So many places, really. Numerous. At once.

????? the tentacles are right there ?????

please help boost to reach the right niche of Bluesky!

searching for non-fiction books about Cossacks! needs an English translation due to my limited Ukrainian.

i have historied too close to the sun and now want to write Ukrainian historical fiction. i'm sure my agent will be thrilled.

There is absolutely no excuse for any Democrat asked about trans athletes to ever respond with anything but “why are you wasting my time asking about FEWER THAN FIFTEEN CHILDREN AND YOUNG ADULTS IN THE ENTIRE COUNTRY WHO WANT TO PLAY GAMES WITH THEIR FRIENDS. What is wrong with you?”

"There are three kinds of magic," said Wizzler, handing us each a balloon. "You can control tigers, you can shoot tornadoes from your fingers, or you can fly by holding your breath. The color of confetti inside your balloon will reveal which kind of power you have." I felt the panic rising in me. What if my confetti turned yellow, indicating that I was a Tiger-Talker? My family, a long line of proud Tornado-Fingers, would disown me. Could I ever return home, bearing such shame? I tried to calm myself as I readied the ceremonial safety pin. Green, I thought, willing my hopes into reality. Please be green. I popped the balloon, involuntarily shutting my eyes. When I opened them, would I see the green I hoped for? The yellow I feared? What if, gods forbid, the confetti were blue? I opened my eyes, seeing shock on the faces of my classmates. Wizzler himself stared at me, wide-eye. Looking down, I saw myself covered in confetti... purple confetti.

“I don’t understand,” I growled, my body trembling with pain. “I combined eighty percent Earth-elemental mana with twenty percent Fire-elemental mana (Type B), focused through a twenty-four-sided icositetragon made of yellow topaz. This, in conjunction with my blood type, star sign, sense of humor, and nickname, should have produced a blazing column of lightning to vaporize my enemies. Instead, it made a big bubble that smells like fresh laundry. Why?” Skullgrumbler began to laugh. “You fool! You don’t even realize…” he squealed. “You’re facing east!”

“It’s whatever you want,” explained Magemaster Grampledog. “Magic is just whatever you want.” I knew he was speaking in riddles, but I couldn’t grasp his hidden meaning. “So the rules are…” Grampledog lit a sliver of smokereed. “No rules. You say some words and you wave a stick and whatever you want just happens. You don’t even need the stick.” His wisdom still eluded me. I stared into his face, trying to decipher what he was really saying. “No, listen.” Grampledog snapped his fingers and his desk turned into a pile of chicken nuggets. “I didn’t even know that would happen.” His hat then came alive and began to yodel. “It’s pandemonium,” he explained. “It’s complete nonsense.”

In my experience there are three kinds of fantasy magic novels:

basically, the required reading might be required for a reason, even if you at 18 think it's a waste of time and you just want to get to xyz subject

Casually quoted Durkheim (what a tool but damn is he quotable) in our wedding ceremony, did not mention grubs or the word fetishism, but I coulda

Eventually I went ahead and read everything for the alternative sociology tract (called Power, Identity, and Resistance), during my years after college

I also really enjoyed my introductory sociology courses. They were called Self, Culture, and Society, we had to take a full year of 'em, and the readings were A+

I didn't really enjoy Greek Thought & Lit when I was taking it, but I reference what I read in that class all the time, e.g., "You can't judge the sum of someone's life before they're dead, probably, some dead Greek guy said that"

Ambulance bills are rolling in and I had to replace the hot water heater, so if you are looking for developmental edits on a novel, I might be your girl. You can query me via DM here, or on my form: ecatherine.com/about/editing/

If you have ever enjoyed me scream posting about The Way Things Are or the Generalized Failings of Academe please do follow @fucktheory.bsky.social because frankly he is smarter and funnier than I am and also right

This has already made its way into my lexicon. It is too perfect. Thank you, weird human brains, for your capacity for linguistic innovation, this is simply chef's kiss

I saw somebody on TikTok using the word 'slopper' as a slur for people who use ChatGPT, and that's a thing we should start doing.

I just posted a review of @kristinaten.bsky.social's upcoming collection Tell Me Yours, I'll Tell You Mine. The short version is, it's a gorgeous collection, and you should definitely put it on your radar! 🐇🐇🐇

acwise.net/review-tell-...

My first book’s first review! Endless thanks to @acwise.bsky.social for this generous reading of TELL ME YOURS, and for giving names to the dark shapes that lurk throughout this collection: liminality, transformation, brutality, endurance, unease...

acwise.net/review-tell-me-yours-ill-tell-you-mine

All right, I've got a cup of tea, a raging headache, a stack of marshmallows, and lowfi on the background, let's attempt this revision.

You broke the internet! Good job?

FINISHED WRITING THIS CHAPTER

:slams laptop shut:

:throws laptop open:

GOTTA EDIT NOW

Donna Haraway has been saying this for decades

I am!! Agog!! At Meg and everyone!!

Just imagine me scrolling and scrolling and going “holy shit Meg” repeatedly

I just peeked at @peculiarityshop.bsky.social’s next themed drop (Court of Oberon) and uh @peripateticmeg.bsky.social has thrown DOWN y’all

MAN everyone went to Readercon but me, it seems, and had a great fuckin' time! GREAT, LOVE TO SEE IT, HAPPY FOR YOU