School’s in session, glory be,
There will be time, time for me!
Time to write and time to read,
Animals to pet and feed!
Lunch to choose all by myself
Clothes to put away on a shelf.
Floors to mop and dishes to wipe,
(Let’s not forget the time to write!)
Cats to pet and dogs to walk
Long neglected friends to talk
Net to surf, clothes to buy
(Must stop that–Mate’s asking why
I’d possibly need some brand new shoes
In yet another shade of blue.)
I can play music while I sit
(Cartoons were giving me a facial tic)
And finally, finally, space in my head
So I can remember what my characters said.
And here I am, I’ve had a snack,
It’s time to work, dog’s in my lap,
I’ve done away with extraneous crap,
Just me and my laptop, and my mental map
Of shit that I must do…
Oh hell. I think I really must nap.
So, now that that’s out of the way, some catchup to do.
First of all– Friday will be my big, “Why I wrote this book and how much do I hope you love it!” for Beneath the Stain. The first installment will be out on Friday, and I’m SO remembering how much I’ve dreaded book releases in the past. Especially this one. For one thing, it’s coming out in sections, and I know I”m going to have a hard time looking at the GR ratings. People will go, “Well, it was good, but not as developed as an entire novel,” without looking to see that it’s intentionally part of an entire work, and that’s going to drive me crazy, but also, I just put so much into this. I’ve got a big Facebook chat on Saturday, but after that, Mate, the kids, and I are going to the ocean for a few days, and I think that’s a good thing. It’s going to keep me off the internet and out of trouble, and, of course it’s going to be at the ocean, and that’s one of my favorite places to be.
So there’s that.
Also, I’m eyeballs deep in Immortal, which is killing me softly. And not so softly. I’m writing this one as sort of an apology to the spouses of artists everywhere, and the more I write it the more I want to sob on Mate’s shoulders and say “Thank youuuuuuu…” because it’s not easy being married to someone who can’t turn their job off ever, and is neurotic, self-obsessed, and dependent on their neuroses and self-obsession for bringing in income.
So yeah– looking in the mirror is uncomfortable for me at the best of times, this book in particular, I think.
Yes, I did the ice bucket challenge last week, and I posted it on FB (So, yanno, you can skip this if you’ve already seen it, because although I love this T-shirt, I also know it’s not a good look for me.) PLEASE forgive the part where I’m a dinkus and said Alzheimers instead of ALS– I knew what the ice bucket challenge was for, I just spazzed out on camera. Frankly, I wanted it over with, because in my neighborhood, there’s nothing like a family standing out on their drought ridden lawn to bring onlookers and/or the police.
Anyway– so, you know. Proof.
By the way- this whole challenge thing inspired Chicken to write a heartbreaking short story about the effects of ALS on a family, and it was good, and it made me cry fucking buckets and I showed it to her father, and he teared up. It’s only 5K, M/M romance, but I want her to publish it somewhere. Heck– If she’d let me I’d put it up on the blog. It’s beautiful, and I”m proud and heartbroken at the same time. She looked at a seemingly abstract thing and made it human. It’s all I’ve ever asked of my children, and she succeeded beautifully.
Also out on FB but not on the blog, is the following conversation I had with Zoomboy: