September books: 2/7 (The Legacy)
Yo, squiders.
My emotions seemed to have stabilized, though we do seem to be anxious all the time this week, which is Not Fun and I need it to stop. Or maybe it’s time to find a therapist.
Old Job ended last Thursday, which was a bit sad but also needed to happen. I will miss my coworkers but I have already seen three of them since at various things so it’s not really goodbye. (Not socially, for Other Things.)
Also I’m still doing the Fat Bear Week bracket with them even though one of my bears has already lost. (Which reminds me, I’d better go vote.)
(I’ve picked 856 to win, so if you want to help me, you can vote here.)
(I know this is a hot take to go against both Chunk and Grazer but she’s a big bear and I think she could go all the way.)
My hope was that life would calm its ass down once we were down to a single job, but it has not. I can at least think about writing again, which is already a huge improvement, however.
(My youngest broke a tooth at school today, so I need to find coverage tomorrow so I can take her to the dentist. Yay.)
(On the other hand, something that was super stressful and which I had been procrastinating for a month ended up being relatively easy, so yay?)
I am considering, since things have been going so poorly on the writing front, pushing everything to the side and writing a horror novella.
If you’ve been here for a while, you’ve been here through my spouse’s cancer and COVID and the school shooting at my oldest’s school. And you’ll know that I find that when life starts kicking your butt, sometimes the right response is to stop trying to force things that aren’t happening and work on something else.
With COVID, I couldn’t do fiction at all and wrote a series of nonfiction writing guides. And the rest of the time, I turn to horror.
Horror is, I think, at least partially, a trauma response. For me, and maybe for others as well. The world is a dark and scary place, but writing horror allows you some control over the dark and scary. I’ve essentially got the whole thing plotted out in my head–the story came immediately. If I ever get a moment to breath, I’ll get it outlined and hopefully be able to start soonish.
But, really, I just need everything to slow down for a few days so I can get my ducks back in a row.
See you next week, squider.
