The Bad Place
May 14, 2026
We're not getting an Act-3 rescue. The system wants us hopeless, alone, and dissociated. Here's how to live and love while the long fire burns.
Continue reading →Writing by Austen Tucker.
May 14, 2026
We're not getting an Act-3 rescue. The system wants us hopeless, alone, and dissociated. Here's how to live and love while the long fire burns.
Continue reading →May 14, 2026
If you give me agents, a CMS, a publishing pipeline, and one free evening, I will eventually try to write my own word processor. On Novel T, scene-aware drafting, and what an agent-native writing tool actually looks like.
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Anabelle leads Jamie to a beach that smells like salt and tangerines, tells her to take off her corporate skin, and walks her into the surf. What’s underneath has been there all along.
Continue reading →May 13, 2026
The bar applauds when Jamie comes back. A spiky teenager slides half her cursed soda across the counter — the first thing anyone’s offered without asking for something back.
Continue reading →May 12, 2026
I'm 92,000 words into a novel nobody's read and three months into leading AI transformation at a 200-person org. Both look bad from the outside, which is how I know they're the same work. On long-arc discipline, the Dune shield, and why patience beats velocity.
Continue reading →May 11, 2026
“So when were you gonna tell me this was a fetish server?” Anabelle has explaining to do. Jamie has truths she hasn’t said out loud in years.
Continue reading →May 10, 2026
My first 1000-view video on YouTube was a chicken-fried possum lawyer from Toontown Chicago, a thing that would have lived entirely inside my skull five years ago. On cheap iteration, the wall it knocks down, and why slop is just practice with the lights on.
Continue reading →May 8, 2026
There’s no sun on the server. Just rain, jazz, a tavern that reveals itself like memory, and a missing logout button that nearly sends Jamie running.
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The administrative layer between finishing a piece and publishing it was enough to stop the whole machine. Here's how I rebuilt it as an agent-driven pipeline.
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A kindness to a vending machine becomes a stumbling encounter with a neighbor named Geoff. By the time Stinky Pete has finished cataloguing her vitals, Jamie has only one move left: plug in.
Continue reading →May 5, 2026
His name was Captain Webster. He sent letters. Then the letters stopped. On the email-list mentors who taught a Midwestern kid that writing could be a community, the twenty years of silence after the infrastructure died, and the publishing pipeline I rebuilt to find the hallway again.
Continue reading →May 4, 2026
Jamie works in a virtual cubicle farm where the sun isn’t real and her boss is named Stinky Pete. Then her coworker slides her a card with three words: “I’m about to change your life.”
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An introductory poem for the It Takes a Zoo series, by Jumpin’ Jackrabbit (1973–2040).
Continue reading →April 23, 2026
I spent the past three years in blissful maker mode, learning everything I could about AI tools. Not because someone told me to. Not because my job required it. Because I *love* learning new things. I love that feeling of being just competent enough to glimpse the edge of a new world. The firehose still feels like a gift. I got roasted for it. It hurt more than I wanted to admit.
Continue reading →April 21, 2026
For a long time, the story I told myself about work was simple. Get better. Learn more. Become more useful. Refine your taste. Refine your craft. Build skills nobody can take away. I still believe in craft. I still believe in skill. But I do not think that story is enough anymore.
Continue reading →April 20, 2026
The market model is dying. Not because anyone attacked it. Because the tools changed. What replaces scarcity?
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If preciousness is market logic, what does a non-market logic of art actually look like? Pass it around. Let it change shape.
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I like staying in the moment. There's something about the present that feels permanent, untouchable. That if I have food in my belly and music in my life, I can be happy.
Continue reading →April 6, 2026
Where did our obsession with singular, precious authorship come from? The lone genius myth is an economic invention.
Continue reading →March 30, 2026
On AI, Labor, and the End of the Moat
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I've had more names on the internet than I've had prescription strengths. That era is over
Continue reading →March 26, 2026
My name is Carl and I work at Floor Mart. I always have worked at Floor Mart and always will work at Floor Mart, forever and ever, amen.
Continue reading →March 26, 2026
The experience gap in AI-assisted coding isn't a bug in the tools. It's a feature of expertise itself.
Continue reading →March 19, 2026
Sighted people use the world around them to help them remember thing. When you can't do that, your brain builds something different. Something that might actually be better in some cases.
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