Well gosh
First, to get the Harry Potter thing out of the way:
I spent July 17-26 in England with a bunch of people that came into my life directly through HP. It was a family reunion with the family I chose and it was awesome and hilarious and fun and psychically there. Just perfect, except for a few of us that couldn't make it, and we thought of you all lots.
HP taught me that I could write, but that I didn't need to write, and that even if I did want to write I would have a seriously limited audience. And standing on the other side, that works for me. I subside happily into my usual lazy dilettante persona.
Since I got back, work has exploded and it is crazy and weird. But there is a moment in every day that I marvel at the fact that I'm actually sitting down, which in some former jobs was an unattainable luxury. I remember so vividly working two or three factory/waitress jobs and then coming home to whatever friend was dying of AIDS at the time, and throwing him over my shoulder and putting him to bed and changing him and injecting and wiping and feeding and just going and going and going and being SO AFRAID to sit down because I knew that if I did, I would never get up again. It amazes me that even after fifteen years, it is all so close.
I spent July 17-26 in England with a bunch of people that came into my life directly through HP. It was a family reunion with the family I chose and it was awesome and hilarious and fun and psychically there. Just perfect, except for a few of us that couldn't make it, and we thought of you all lots.
HP taught me that I could write, but that I didn't need to write, and that even if I did want to write I would have a seriously limited audience. And standing on the other side, that works for me. I subside happily into my usual lazy dilettante persona.
Since I got back, work has exploded and it is crazy and weird. But there is a moment in every day that I marvel at the fact that I'm actually sitting down, which in some former jobs was an unattainable luxury. I remember so vividly working two or three factory/waitress jobs and then coming home to whatever friend was dying of AIDS at the time, and throwing him over my shoulder and putting him to bed and changing him and injecting and wiping and feeding and just going and going and going and being SO AFRAID to sit down because I knew that if I did, I would never get up again. It amazes me that even after fifteen years, it is all so close.