Another few months
Hello.
I don't expect anybody actually reads this.
I'm writing the thing again, which is great, and it feels productive even though I've started to realise that the world I've created is a far greater size than one novel can manage. It feels real to me.
I'm writing here right now because I need to get myself warmed up. I spent the night fitfully sleeping and sobbing. Older kitty is very sick. She's lost half her body weight and the cause is a mystery without very expensive veterinary tests. An antibiotic injection and some grey mush mixed in with expensive food seem to have calmed whatever it is for now, but waiting is happening and it's exhausting.
I'm half asleep, but I find myself inspired and entranced and with an not insignificant crush on a new author and their world. I like getting these. It makes stories seem exciting, like spicing up a dull sex life with an exciting new addition. But better. Because it's books.
So, hopefully draining some stuff out here will get me revved up. Or maybe it won't.
There's a new boy in my life. Things are good, but tense lately. He's extremely defensive at times, and any disagreement comes down to an inferiority complex on his part. He's a good few years older than me and hates his job. Maybe he feels there's an imbalance between us? I have no idea.
But he's smart and funny and silly, but we'll see. He's very shaky on the whole being a part of each other's lives, thing. Boys should assimilate seamlessly into your life, not make you create a whole tiny separate one for them.
Elsewhere, Helen's step-mum has terminal cancer and little time left, but Helen has a job in her chosen career and not some crappy part time thing she hates. So proud of her, and she's finally becoming more herself. Man. Abusive relationships sure can just fuck a life up.
So much good and bad, EVERYWHERE.
I don't expect anybody actually reads this.
I'm writing the thing again, which is great, and it feels productive even though I've started to realise that the world I've created is a far greater size than one novel can manage. It feels real to me.
I'm writing here right now because I need to get myself warmed up. I spent the night fitfully sleeping and sobbing. Older kitty is very sick. She's lost half her body weight and the cause is a mystery without very expensive veterinary tests. An antibiotic injection and some grey mush mixed in with expensive food seem to have calmed whatever it is for now, but waiting is happening and it's exhausting.
I'm half asleep, but I find myself inspired and entranced and with an not insignificant crush on a new author and their world. I like getting these. It makes stories seem exciting, like spicing up a dull sex life with an exciting new addition. But better. Because it's books.
So, hopefully draining some stuff out here will get me revved up. Or maybe it won't.
There's a new boy in my life. Things are good, but tense lately. He's extremely defensive at times, and any disagreement comes down to an inferiority complex on his part. He's a good few years older than me and hates his job. Maybe he feels there's an imbalance between us? I have no idea.
But he's smart and funny and silly, but we'll see. He's very shaky on the whole being a part of each other's lives, thing. Boys should assimilate seamlessly into your life, not make you create a whole tiny separate one for them.
Elsewhere, Helen's step-mum has terminal cancer and little time left, but Helen has a job in her chosen career and not some crappy part time thing she hates. So proud of her, and she's finally becoming more herself. Man. Abusive relationships sure can just fuck a life up.
So much good and bad, EVERYWHERE.