Like many of my fellow Americans, I am currently buried under a lot of snow, ice, and freezing temperatures. I have been home since Wednesday afternoon, amusing myself during snow days.
At some point, I thought it would be fun to write a little guide for people just discovering cyberpunk. Just a few lines. How hard could it be?
(Spongebob narrator voice: "Three days later....")
molly's guide for young cyberpunks
It's 6200 words, and that doesn't include the giant Resources list I have collected and plan to post separately.
The link above is to the responsive, bandwith/Gemini/Gopher friendly version. What's eaten most of my time the past three days is the HTML-heavy "pretty" version, which isn't up yet. I'll drop a link when it's live on my Web site.
meanwhile, the Web site, for the curious
To be fair: I have not spent ALL of three days on this. I have also been shoveling the driveway, moving the chickens into the garage so they're not outside in -25F wind chills, keeping the wood stove going, cooking, doing laundry, reading, making library lesson plans for February and March, and watching old movies. And providing a lap for the cats, which is my one true sacred duty and also the only thing I'm good for. (Just ask the cats.)
I also finished drafting a short story about alternative uses for robot dogs. It's resting now. I will finish this other short story about bowling ball taxidermy and then return for edits. I will post links if/when I manage to get either published.
In the interests of telling generative AI to go fuck itself, I'm also working on a Web page that will include evidence of the lack of AI involvement in my creative work. I do most of my drafting on paper, so said page will include photos of my notes/drafts. So y'all know I didn't just type "bowling ball taxidermy short story" into ChatGPT or something. Because that's a thing we artists have to do now. -_-
Oh, and I had a mating pair of red-shafted flickers on my suet this morning. I haven't seen them here in years.
(Yes, cyberpunk guide lady is also excited about birds. You, too, contain multitudes.)
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