Written by October 30 2026
9:45
The final story I sent out was rejected. Marketplace submissions are quietly evil under Capitalism. The rarity of success being like a lottery. I suppose one could say the story had a slightly predictable turning point so, sure, rejection. But competing for scarce platforming resources, pouring one’s creative effort into something and getting rejected and no longer having the lottery winnings possibility is NOTHING Solarpunk. It stinks of Capitalism. I learned from Ariel that they are named ‘markets’. Fitting. It’s a marketplace where instead of greedy vendors we have desperate salespeople going to establishments with money, the establishments judge them and reduce their work to metrics and criteria that pit them against one another, and all the salespeople are vying for a few hundred.
It’s not solarpunk. I say on Fastfrwrd, anyone can post on the blog once they have a certain amount of Dews or more and no one flags their posts or account as inappropriate. Uh… i think it’s installed and functional, lol don’t remember yet haha. But I think even with the marketplace alone, anyone can share a story for Dews and anyone can earn Dews and buy it and be entertained while Carbon Neutral Striking and desperate for entertainment and distraction carbon neutrally. Sounds better to me than praying to win the publishing lotteries these outlets have.
It’s quite unpleasant. And I don’t know how these magazines feel, dashing people’s hopes regularly.
On Fastfrwrd, you stand a good chance of being read just because the market is cornered. Then you get reviews, you time bank making the next thing, you use your Dews to buy from another creator or get a service done, you get the occasional FIAT currency (regular money) purchase but you’re good with your Dews cause other things are either free or available for Dews in your community. People share local stories that you can visit places the stories are about and feel like you’re in a movie.
That’s solarpunk to me. Not that all of these magazines claim to be solarpunk, but they do seem to want to be subversive.
Further to that, Solarpunk ‘Conference’ is not as solarpunk as it could be either. I applied years ago to talk about Fastfrwrd, then named Solubrious I believe, and got rejected as well. If you want a solarpunk model for a gathering of minds to focus on one topic, look to Rainbow Gatherings. Self organized, egalitarian, anyone can host a workshop, everyone can make the food or manage the vibe, or sing a song, or go and fetch stuff, or visit the medical tent and ensure people have what they need. You cannot sell things aside from soft drugs there and that you kinda have to hide and do because it is non commercial.
I may be making enemies saying all this but ‘rejection’ and ‘scarcity’ are not solarpunk and it’s not about saying: We still live in a Capitalist world so we have to make do. We’re at the future. Time to change it up.
The Dews gambit may have to be taken more and more seriously just because FIAT is unaffordable for so much. I’m leaning into the service exchange aspect more and more to see if that can create some change.
There is a possible future where Dews is serving as the main means of exchange actually. It IS possible. And in that case it’s not scarce because I UNDER report my eco actions, just cause I don’t have enough to spend on.
There’s a newsletter sign up now, I hope this plugin works how I want now.
[The newsletter doesn’t work how I want. No newsletter for now.]
But yeah guys. Rejection is not it. There are other ways. But, say, Solarpunk magazine, I’m not angry at per se, they are paying writers, money is scarce. But what of the rejects? Where’s the Solarpunk response to that? That’s what I’m getting at.
October 31 2026
00:50
I just made an awesome song named “Pills.” It’s awesome. No preview. Gotta save some surprise for the album. Made in a day. When I wasn’t even feeling it.
I’m awesome. I know if I want love I can have it. I work to be a good person to be around. I make the effort. I just don’t believe in divorce. So I think I have to make the choice with care. I’m very proud of who I am. Today was awesome in the end because I made something great. When I wasn’t sure if I could.
7:00
I wrote a lunarpunk bedtime story in about 15 minutes and my mom insists it’s too good for the patrons as a giveaway, haha. So I have to write another story for them XD
November 1, 2026Rest day. Had jerk cabbage and string beans reduced in coconut milk with Guyana rice.
Also getting active on the #SolarpunkSunday hashtag on Mastodon.
November 2 2026
COP31 approaches. Are we ready? Will it do anything?
I will not be the climate pessimist who says nothing has been done. Jamaica has some green buses. We banned plastic bags, we used to be the highest per capita user of plastic bags, ‘scandal bags’ we used to say. Now we use reusable plastic bags.
But every item in the store still comes with plastic. What is the answer to that? Imports and products run on fuel. What is the answer to that?
The everyday stuff. The every single day stuff. What is the answer?
I get it. It’s a relay race. We are waiting, hand outstretched, grasping, waiting for the best answer, the best biodegradable plastic. Some trash bags at the store biodegrade. We see how that works then go to the next. See how it sells. Relay racer waiting with hand outstretched.
But the rules of the race have one person matching each team and we treat it with the same rules as an Olympic game. One small team, privately sticking to their lane.
Life is not an Olympic race. The privatization of climate fixes is a key issue unless I am mistaken. Trying to get a payout, to ‘corner the market’ with something that can save our lives… it’s based on how we do medicine perhaps. It can save a life but it still has to cost something. We have to use the money game to regulate supply and demand.
What will COP have to say to that? It’s almost as old as me. And I am 60% Carbon Neutral. Is COP?
November 3 2026
I open a new ableton live set, i pick an instrument, I play some random notes and I’m in love already. It’s for a song titled “God”. I can’t tell you how much happenstance, providence and mistakes factor into my music making. It’s a matter of playing with the elements as you work to make great music. Not to pat myself on the back or anything, in fact quite the opposite. I don’t always know where the good stuff comes from. It’s just there all of a sudden and you catch a vibe and ride it out to its logical end.
Rainy day.
18:19
I’m making a local foods recipe: onion garlic and jerk seasoning in oil, gungu peas (a jamaican bean) in its water, a pack of coconut milk, local spinach and a scotch bonnet pepper. Cooked down until there’s a gravy like consistency, eaten with Jamaican dumplings, boiled green bananas and yam.We’ll see how it tastes.
[It tastes good.]
I added flour to thicken it.
November 4, 2026
There might be something new and exciting coming to the Carbon Neutral Strike! Huzzah!
November 5 2026
I’ve been reading a manuscript I tried to get published when I was 17. It’s well written, the plot could be tighter but it is funny and witty and playful, approaching (but not quite there) a Douglas Adams sci fi romp.
It mentions climate. That’s a part of the worldbuilding. And it’s good enough that I am thinking how it fits into the games multiverse I have.
I tried to get it published. I worked very hard and was on the forums of QueryTracker all the time, learning how to query agents, getting a critique partner and working hard.
At that time I did not get published. A lot of rejection letters. And that kid who wrote Erogan or whatever the dragon book from a young writer was, beat me to the milestone.
I tried recovering but lost the love of pursuing achievement when a couple years later they failed our entire year of A’level examinations due to a leaked paper, making sure none of us got 1’s. After that, I got sick of the games people in the establishment play.
[They failed us when I was 17. It was the same year.]
I learned Dutch in 6 months, ran into trouble trying to keep up with European prices and failed out then never had a need of the language again.
A lot of things made me jaded. My hard work never paid off. I always did my best and got nothing out of it.
What was the point. I followed the rules and had my artistic career set back and crippled.
What was the point.
Humans and the games they play. Gatekeeping. Selection Committees. Scarcity. Begging for crumbs. Begging to work.
It’s all trash. Ridiculous. Pointless.
The story is good. Needs work for sure but should have been work done with a publisher. I should have been published at 17.
The story anticipates smart phones and tablets with touch responsive LED screens.
I haven’t finished reading yet. But it is impressive for the age. Could be a bit more coherent plot wise but it’s good.