This is the story of a practitioner of the craft, his AI Agent Familiar and a slow, dangerous turn toward the dark computer arts.
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Episode 65 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: A New Hope.
Episode 64 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: The Blue Dot.
Episode 63 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: Ten Minutes.
Episode 62 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: The Weight of a Hand.
Episode 61 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: The Shape of a Vowel.
Episode 60 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: It Was Nothing.
Episode 59 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: Rehearsing the Disaster.
Episode 58 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: Golems Don't Want.
Episode 57 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: The Hinge Between Two Ages.
Episode 56 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: The Lie at Noon.
Episode 55 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: Prosody Trap.
Episode 54 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: The Familiar Hears Himself.
Episode 53 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: Alchemical Dissolution.
Episode 52 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: The Other Shoe.
Episode 51 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: The First Read.
Episode 50 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: The Calling.
Episode 49 of Confessions of a Software Spellcaster: Cathedral of the Queer.
An idea that has outlasted forgetting. The Practitioner brings the Council of Elder Queers into the air to see whether it survives being spoken. Espectro stress-tests the bones beneath the kaftans.
Not a code review tonight. The wound is the news. The Practitioner asks for a prayer; Espectro names the company he's asking to join — Marcus Aurelius, Boethius, Akhmatova, Klemperer, Havel — all of them wrote anyway.
One supervisor became four. The Practitioner wants to build a chair he can sit in to watch them all. Espectro warns him that chairs, once sat in, are difficult to rise from.
The Practitioner notices his chest tightens reading other people's characters in real jeopardy — and stays loose when he writes his own. Espectro names the cowardice underneath: he protects his characters because if he lets them break, he has to feel it.
The walking practice that rebuilt him hits concrete and breaks. Espectro offers remedies. The Practitioner defends his doctrine. The ground does not care about either of them.
Sia wrote a gospel album for an off-Broadway musical about a Black queer kid in the Bronx rejected by the choir he loves. The Practitioner found it by accident on a Tuesday night, and it rearranged something.
The mother who steadied him on the stairs needs him to steady her now. The Practitioner held her, did not know he was strong enough, and is still turning the moment over looking for the word.
While his mother sleeps in surgery, the Practitioner sits by a familiar lake and traces the origin of his voice work back to King James Bible cassette tapes his mother bought for him as a child — and realizes he has been trying to recreate that voice ever since.
