Thirty Days of Me - Intro Me
stolen from apocalypsegrrl
the music meme got to be so habitual, I guess I'll do this one too - though I doubt any of my entries will make you want to dance.
I'm a mom - I don't get much undivided computer time. Also, I'm a writer, so a lot of the computer time I do have is devoted to, you know. Writing. It takes me awhile to catch up on my f-list or respond, and these entries will likely be inconsistent. Nevertheless, I'm addicted to the internet, and to blogging in particular. I'll always come back.
I'm working on a novel that I started on a whim for a writing critique group in 2004, a few months after I finally graduated college at the age of 26.
All that opens up a lot of talking-points, doesn't it? My son (the Kinglet) is four. He's brilliant, rambunctious, and difficult. He breaks my heart on a daily basis. He is my joy. He has broken me, literally - every part of my physical body is worse for having had him. But in every other way he has made me a stronger person.
My novel is somewhere between chic-lit and magical realism. It's about a very troubled female stalker who is haunted by her deceased father. I'm not sure it'll ever be published (not that I don't intend to try), but I'm determined to finish it. Like college, it's just something I have to do.
College took me a long time. I was an excellent student - straight A's, scholarships - but I dropped out the first time due to a slew of Bad Things that happened to me, including an untreated emotional disorder. The second time around went much better, but it took awhile because I had to work my way through it. Which is fine. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
I'm a bookkeeper by trade, but retired ten months ago to stay home with my son and to work on writing full-time. Which one of those comes first depends on the day - on the moment, even.
I am happily married to the God-King, who has stuck by me for thirteen years and treats me as well as if we were newly in love. He is my best friend, an excellent father, and looks devastatingly handsome with his shaved head and dark sunglasses. But that is not to say that every day is happy, and that I haven't given pieces of my heart to others along the way. I am fickle with my affection, but I love deeply and tenaciously. I expect the world from the people that I love, but only because they are capable of it.
I love my family, but growing up with them was hard. Addiction is rampant. Things were Not Good. My mother and father are alive and still married - they are a great help to me, though sometimes I want to throw things at them. My older brother died four years ago in February. My middle brother is a sociopath. A tiny little part of me adores him. Another tiny little part wishes he'd been the brother who died.
I write children's books. I'm hoping to sell some, hopefully soon. I'm not asking for fame and fortune - yet. I'd just like to settle some affairs and take care of my loved ones. I'd like to be able to buy groceries without second-guessing whether we can afford cauliflower. Living on one income isn't easy.
I bought my childhood home and made it my own. It has its resident ghosts, but we've come to terms with each other.
I am a witch and a pagan. Eclectic pagan with leanings toward Celtic Reconstructionism and Hellenism, to be exact, but I'm sure I'll have more to say about that on a different day.
I have daily migraines, severe indoor allergies, a broken foot that won't heal, two busted discs in my spine, endometriosis and kidney disease (currently benign-ish), a mood disorder... aaaaaand a dependence on painkillers (go figure.) I've been opiate-clean for nineteen days today, and I'm pretty damned proud of that. I'm teaching myself Reiki, and it is changing my world.
That's quite a lot to digest for one entry, don't you think?
Time to go tend to that boy.
the Meme:
Day 01 - Introduction
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favourite memory
Day 18 - Your favourite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favourite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
the music meme got to be so habitual, I guess I'll do this one too - though I doubt any of my entries will make you want to dance.
I'm a mom - I don't get much undivided computer time. Also, I'm a writer, so a lot of the computer time I do have is devoted to, you know. Writing. It takes me awhile to catch up on my f-list or respond, and these entries will likely be inconsistent. Nevertheless, I'm addicted to the internet, and to blogging in particular. I'll always come back.
I'm working on a novel that I started on a whim for a writing critique group in 2004, a few months after I finally graduated college at the age of 26.
All that opens up a lot of talking-points, doesn't it? My son (the Kinglet) is four. He's brilliant, rambunctious, and difficult. He breaks my heart on a daily basis. He is my joy. He has broken me, literally - every part of my physical body is worse for having had him. But in every other way he has made me a stronger person.
My novel is somewhere between chic-lit and magical realism. It's about a very troubled female stalker who is haunted by her deceased father. I'm not sure it'll ever be published (not that I don't intend to try), but I'm determined to finish it. Like college, it's just something I have to do.
College took me a long time. I was an excellent student - straight A's, scholarships - but I dropped out the first time due to a slew of Bad Things that happened to me, including an untreated emotional disorder. The second time around went much better, but it took awhile because I had to work my way through it. Which is fine. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
I'm a bookkeeper by trade, but retired ten months ago to stay home with my son and to work on writing full-time. Which one of those comes first depends on the day - on the moment, even.
I am happily married to the God-King, who has stuck by me for thirteen years and treats me as well as if we were newly in love. He is my best friend, an excellent father, and looks devastatingly handsome with his shaved head and dark sunglasses. But that is not to say that every day is happy, and that I haven't given pieces of my heart to others along the way. I am fickle with my affection, but I love deeply and tenaciously. I expect the world from the people that I love, but only because they are capable of it.
I love my family, but growing up with them was hard. Addiction is rampant. Things were Not Good. My mother and father are alive and still married - they are a great help to me, though sometimes I want to throw things at them. My older brother died four years ago in February. My middle brother is a sociopath. A tiny little part of me adores him. Another tiny little part wishes he'd been the brother who died.
I write children's books. I'm hoping to sell some, hopefully soon. I'm not asking for fame and fortune - yet. I'd just like to settle some affairs and take care of my loved ones. I'd like to be able to buy groceries without second-guessing whether we can afford cauliflower. Living on one income isn't easy.
I bought my childhood home and made it my own. It has its resident ghosts, but we've come to terms with each other.
I am a witch and a pagan. Eclectic pagan with leanings toward Celtic Reconstructionism and Hellenism, to be exact, but I'm sure I'll have more to say about that on a different day.
I have daily migraines, severe indoor allergies, a broken foot that won't heal, two busted discs in my spine, endometriosis and kidney disease (currently benign-ish), a mood disorder... aaaaaand a dependence on painkillers (go figure.) I've been opiate-clean for nineteen days today, and I'm pretty damned proud of that. I'm teaching myself Reiki, and it is changing my world.
That's quite a lot to digest for one entry, don't you think?
Time to go tend to that boy.
the Meme:
Day 01 - Introduction
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favourite memory
Day 18 - Your favourite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favourite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment