I prided myself that I was not Like That – and I was very wrong.
So this is a special Christmas. If there’s one thing this long, difficult year has taught me, treasure the time you have with your loved ones. Every moment really is special.
Bit of personal business here today, but it matters: This is the 14th anniversary of the accident that nearly killed my husband Duane.
Many of you noticed that Gorishfish disappeared for… well, a couple of months. There’s a reason for this. It’s time to explain it all.
I just HAD to share this news.
I took bookworm and made it mine, decided that geek meant smart, and tried with all my heart to transform the sorrow and pain and rejection and mockery and bullying into a badge of honor.
I assumed I must be crazy, which I think is the default for any of us who go through something and keep it to ourselves.
I know what comes next. I just don’t have the brain-space to write it.
My mom may be gone, but I refuse to honor her memory with sorrow. Today, I celebrate life.
You may have noticed my absence. Never fear! It is due to Writing Focus, which tends to produce good things. By the way, I will be offering The Christmas Dragon free via the newsletter, and it will also be briefly free on Kindle.
Customer service people: you are WONDERFUL.
See that guy up there? Want to know why he’s so awesome? Well, here’s is a list, in no particular order.
Fair warning: this was the first Mother’s Day since my mom died. This post will be very personal, and probably uncomfortable for some. In this post, I am deeply, critically honest.
So this is the first Christmas without my mother, and it’s weird.
See that stuffing? We made it ourselves, and you can, too. This is DELICIOUS, super-easy, and incredibly satisfying for everyone.
…but y’all have a back-button, so it shouldn’t be a problem. 😀
I know I’m breaking every blogging rule by being THIS honest here, but you know, I’m a firm believer in the idea that we need to help one another any way we can, and this might just help you.
I’m totally going to steal someone else’s definition: “It’s people living life together and helping one another throughout our cities to serve our cities.”
That isn’t just trite to me. That’s very real, and I’ll tell you why.
I love Sue Grafton’s work. I respect her as a person. However, some of the statements she made in a recent interview… Wow. Ouch.
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
– George Eliot
What are you desperate to avoid?
My uterus is *literally* trying to kill me. 🙁
I am making my own stuffing this year! Mostly! Okay, we bought the croutons, but we’re going to do this otherwise from scratch so as to avoid certain things my husband happens to be allergic to.
So guess what I learned this week?
That I could attend and work at two comic book conventions, write from 1700-4000 words a day, and realize my mind is already made up about The Sundered. I’m going indie.
It’s that day again.
The day when America learned it wasn’t invincible after all.
The day when so many lives were lost – and at the same time, many were saved because of a few brave souls on flight 93.
World of Warcraft. It’s something I work very hard at NOT allowing to eat my life.
Tonight, however, I’m preparing for Cataclysm – and that means levelling to 80.
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. ~William Shakespeare
See that quote there? That is something I took to heart a long time ago, when I realized that so many creative people just… drag along, hiding themselves, waiting for some meteor to hit them in the head engraved with ‘you can do it!’, waiting for lightning to flash across the sky and tell them it’s ‘time’ to act on their dreams.
This Independence Day is important for a number of reasons, both historical and personal. I may not be at leisure to say why, so I’ll do this instead:
Time for some new hair.