writing this week, and naches
A couple days ago, I was floundering as I recovered from Kevin's "staycation," but I've since recovered and am productive. In fact, doing shit was what I needed to do to stop flailing. Today I had a couple of rewards for my writing. One was getting front page of Open Salon with an Editor's Pick for my essay, "Local tomatoes." Another was having Katie contact me with a writing opportunity for a Boston local food festival. It doesn't pay, but it gets my name in front of more eyes, and I like to have work.
I had an email this morning from a local politician who saw my article on Examiner and liked it, and yesterday heard back from a guy who sells the Walky Dog, about my product review. He was also pleased with my article and will link back.
The guy who Kevin works with who hooked us up with Charlie is feeding Kevin sad songs about how the rescue is closing and there are all these dogs that need homes. He obviously wants us to get another Chessie, but I think we should wait til we have our own house, and Kevin agrees. He says he wants three dogs, ultimately.
This week kind of flew past me. I lost Thursday. Tonight I'm going to karaoke, for the first time in years. Meeting Michele there. Been more active on Fetlife lately; I would like to write more there. It's a scary thing to write about, anything touching on my sexuality. But I seriously want there to be good writing in the world about having a body like mine, so I will do it.
Tomorrow is a Weston A. Price potluck. What to bring. I have tomato sauce.
I had an email this morning from a local politician who saw my article on Examiner and liked it, and yesterday heard back from a guy who sells the Walky Dog, about my product review. He was also pleased with my article and will link back.
The guy who Kevin works with who hooked us up with Charlie is feeding Kevin sad songs about how the rescue is closing and there are all these dogs that need homes. He obviously wants us to get another Chessie, but I think we should wait til we have our own house, and Kevin agrees. He says he wants three dogs, ultimately.
This week kind of flew past me. I lost Thursday. Tonight I'm going to karaoke, for the first time in years. Meeting Michele there. Been more active on Fetlife lately; I would like to write more there. It's a scary thing to write about, anything touching on my sexuality. But I seriously want there to be good writing in the world about having a body like mine, so I will do it.
Tomorrow is a Weston A. Price potluck. What to bring. I have tomato sauce.