January 2023 Digest

Being nicer to myself.

I don’t know where the sentiment of “not enough” comes from. I swear, my parents never looked down on me. They never told me I wouldn’t ever amount to anything.

They didn’t do the opposite either. They didn’t smother me with great expectations.

Popular wisdom says that the sense of “not enough” comes, first and foremost, from bad bad BAD influences from parents–but, for the life of me, I can’t tie my feelings to my parents.

Well, no matter where these feelings come from, I gotta get rid of them. It was okay living with them while my vertex was “write a lot and write until the day I die,” because, well, that is doable anywhere and anywhen, pretty much. It is one of the beautiful aspects about writing–that it doesn’t take an inordinate amount of time, money, or manpower.

But now? Now. A bigger, brighter, shinier vertex. I can’t get there without dealing with this first.

Mainly, I gotta stop being so cruel to myself because I don’t produce as much fiction as in the years before 2022.

The two podcasts are continuing.

The two blogs are continuing.

Ithaka O. did fold her newsletter, but ํ•œ์•„์ž„’s newsletter still exists. (Although not actively.)

๊ณ ๋ง‰์‚ฌ๋žŒ continues.

MODERN GROTESQUE TIMES continues in the background, as I translate our next book, Noir Urbanisms.

On top of that, I have enough fiction material to publish for the entirety of 2023.

So, objectively speaking, I should not blame myself so much.

This is my goal for the next month: get used to the new normal that I am okay with myself doing what I do now. There will be (more) time for new fiction. I aim to live to be 120 years old. (Yeah, I mean it.) I have decades left. No rush.

Pure Fiction

๐Ÿค– โœˆ๏ธ ๐Ÿ™

A life in service of a greater good is a life worth livingโ€ฆ
โ€ฆat any cost?

Aria, an aidbot technician, once again finds herself at the airport. Sheโ€™s ready to leave this city behind and go wherever the next available flight takes her to. Nothing holds her back. Sometimes thatโ€™s freeing. But mostly, she feels terribly restless.

Lucky her, because she runs into the great bot engineer Antonius Wang. And when she sees that this old man needs help due to his malfunctioning aidbot, she gladly volunteers. Clearly, this encounter is mean-to-be.

Problem: Mr. Wangโ€™s aidbot is 200 grams overweight and isnโ€™t allowed on any aircraft. And because of those 200 grams, Ariaโ€™s travel plans take terribly unexpected turns in a world of intelligent bots, replaceable humans, and some beings in-betweenโ€ฆ

โ€œBand 1โ€ is a chronological collection of previously published short stories by Ithaka O.

Each of those stories is available individually, with its own cover and blurb. If you would like to get a feel for each story, searching for them might be worthwhile.

But this collection has its own purpose. Mainly, it exists for the paperback version; some short stories are too short to exist as their own paperbacks and require being collected with other stories. After the creation of such a paperback version, there was no reason not to create an ebook version as well, for readers who prefer one handy collected title instead of many different titles on their reading device.

In short: pick and choose according to your preferences. Maybe you like individually-published short stories; maybe you like the collected version. The stories are the same in both cases; how you feel might be a different matter.

Either way, enjoy.


List of stories in this collection

Sponge

ํ“จ์–ด ํ”ฝ์…˜

โ€œ๋ฌถ์Œ 1โ€์€ Ithaka O.์˜ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ถœํŒ๋œ ๋‹จํŽธ ์†Œ์„ค๋“ค์˜ ์—ฐ๋Œ€์ˆœ ๋ชจ์Œ์ง‘์ด๋‹ค.

๊ฐ๊ฐ์˜ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋“ค์€ ๋”ฐ๋กœ ๋”ฐ๋กœ๋„ ์ œ๊ณต๋˜๋ฉฐ, ๊ฐœ๋ณ„ ์ปค๋ฒ„์™€ ์ค„๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ ์„ค๋ช…์„ ๊ฐ–๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–ค ๋Š๋‚Œ์ธ์ง€ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค๋ฉด, ๊ฒ€์ƒ‰ํ•ด ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋„์›€์ด ๋ ์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค.

ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด ๋ชจ์Œ์ง‘์—๋„ ๊ธฐ๋Šฅ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค. ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋Œ€ํ‘œ์ ์œผ๋กœ๋Š”, ํŽ˜์ดํผ๋ฐฑ ๋ฒ„์ „ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์— ์กด์žฌํ•œ๋‹ค. ์–ด๋–ค ๋‹จํŽธ ์†Œ์„ค๋“ค์€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์งง์•„์„œ ํ™€๋กœ ํŽ˜์ดํผ๋ฐฑ์ด ๋˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๊ณ , ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋“ค๊ณผ ๋ชจ์ผ ์ˆ˜๋ฐ–์— ์—†๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌํ•œ ํŽ˜์ดํผ๋ฐฑ ๋ฒ„์ „์„ ๋งŒ๋“ค์ž, ์ „์ž์ฑ… ๋ฒ„์ „๋„ ๋งŒ๋“ค์ง€ ์•Š์„ ์ด์œ ๊ฐ€ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ๋…์„œ ๊ธฐ๊ธฐ์— ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ์ถœํŒ๋ฌผ์„ ๋‹ด๊ธฐ๋ณด๋‹ค๋Š” ํ•˜๋‚˜์˜ ๋ชจ์Œ๋ฌผ์ด ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์„ ํ˜ธํ•˜๋Š” ๋…์ž๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๋„์›€์ด ๋  ํ…Œ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ.

์š”์•ฝํ•˜์ž๋ฉด: ์ทจํ–ฅ ๋”ฐ๋ผ ๊ณ ๋ฅด๋ฉด ๋œ๋‹ค. ๊ฐœ๋ณ„์ ์œผ๋กœ ์ถœํŒ๋œ ๋‹จํŽธ ์†Œ์„ค์ด ์ข‹์„ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ๊ณ , ๋ชจ์Œ ๋ฒ„์ „์ด ์ข‹์„ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ์•ผ ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋Š๋‚Œ์€ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ฌธ์ œ์ผ์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค.

์ด๋ ‡๋“  ์ €๋ ‡๋“ , ์ฆ๊ฒจ์ฃผ์‹œ๊ธธ.


์ด ๋ชจ์Œ์ง‘์— ๋“  ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ ๋ชฉ๋ก

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