Sunday, January 11th, 2026 09:19 pm
Original art rec: Put the light out | Turn the light on by thisdisasterauthor @ tumblr

I put this in my tumblr queue almost a year ago and it finally spat out again today. And I still really like it a lot so I'm linking it here too.

Artist's summary:
Awhile ago I was hit by the similar but opposing natures of fire towers and lighthouses, and I wanted to explore that more. Both lonely, out of the way stations worked in isolation in sometimes extreme conditions, both tasked with protecting large swathes of people they will never meet or probably even see. Yet one is about spotting light in the distance and putting it out, while the other is about turning on the light within and shining it out.
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Friday, January 9th, 2026 11:01 pm
+ Work has been bonkers for the last few days. Oh my fuck. It's like everybody in multiple departments decided they need me to do X, Y, and Z, and they need it done NOW NOW NOW. Thankfully my coworker will be back from vacation next week, but I've done more OT in the past few days than I've done in my entire time here.

+ The local library is doing an "Explore romance subgenres!" challenge. It's been kind of interesting to pick up stuff I wouldn't normally reach for, but on the other hand, some of the stuff I've been reading is very much Not For Me (picked up a few titles that ended up being very... well... stereotypically cishetero). Upside, I decided to read Winter's Orbit for the scifi romance portion of it, since I've been planning to read that anyway, so there is that.

+ So far that broad goal I've had to do less, or at least be mindful to not overschedule myself, ain't working out so hot. Whoops.
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Tuesday, January 6th, 2026 07:25 pm
Having one of those days where I feel like running off to live in a cabin in the woods. Or like, digging a burrow and never coming out.
Sunday, January 4th, 2026 12:33 am

Selena arrives at the tiny train station in the town of Quartz Creek with a backpack, a rolling suitcase, her dog Copper, and a postcard from her aunt, suggesting a visit. When Selena had finally decided she could not deal with her emotionally abusive fiancé any longer, that postcard gave her a destination. But when she reaches the town, after two and a half days of travel, she discovers that Aunt Amelia is dead, and has been for a year.

Selena has hardly any money, and it would be so easy to return to her poisonous partner and let him run her life, but she hesitates. And as she's hesitating, she meets a variety of kind but eccentric townspeople who suggest that there is no reason why she can't simply take over her aunt's house, known as Jackrabbit Hole House. Even in a town where it's far more common for a house to have a name than not, this one is puzzling. Jackrabbits, one of the residents informs her, don't live in holes.

Despite all the minor issues that one might expect in a house that's been all but abandoned in the U.S southwestern desert for a year, Selena finds the place surprisingly comfortable. Her next-door neighbor Grandma Billy keeps her supplied with eggs and other miscellaneous food, and the local church has a potluck supper multiple times a week. She also discovers, when she goes to buy Copper some dog food, that Aunt Amelia left several hundred dollars of credit at the local store, which the store owner insists is Selena's now. With Grandma Billy's help, Selena even starts to recover her aunt's vegetable garden.

Everything is fine until she starts hearing voices. Then there's that creepy statuette in the main room. And one morning, she finds she's not alone in her bed.

Cut for more, including some spoilers )

This is the Southwest of Kingfisher's collection Jackalope Wives and Other Stories, where spirits, gods, and shapeshifters co-exist with vintage pickup tricks and ecotourists. Kingfisher seems at her best in this setting, and Selena's predicament is genuinely frightening at times.

The book is also, however, rather familiar. The outline of the story is very similar to Kingfisher's The Twisted Ones (2019), in which a young woman named Mouse travels with her beloved dog Bongo to inventory her late grandmother's house and finds all manner of creepiness. She deals with these manifestations with the help of eccentric locals. The Twisted Ones is actually a more complicated story, probably because it's a pastiche of a 1904 horror short story called “The White People," by Arthur Machen. Snake-Eater is also shorter: 267 pages to 399 for The Twisted Ones.

To me, Snake-Eater is the more engaging story. In the acknowledgments, Kingfisher reminisces about growing up in the Southwest. I knew she had moved there recently, but I didn't realize that she was a returnee when she did so. That may be why this story feels more full of life than the earlier work.

I think I'll be re-reading this one. I've never bothered with that for The Twisted Ones.