I went to bed last night feeling stressed and panicked. Then woke up WAY too early this morning feeling the same way. Little things, you know? Deadlines not met (me falling down on the job, others falling down on the job). That sense of unease, like you thought you were juggling all the chainsaws just fine and then you look down and realize the floor is covered in blood and you’re feeling a little light-headed.
Okay, not that bad. Of course not that bad. I’m a writer. I exaggerate for story effect. I thought I was juggling kittens and now my arms are red-lined with scratches. It’s that small. But when I woke up this morning, it was definitely chainsaws.
Then things righted themselves. Things are okay. We all make mistakes and we are adults and we talk it over and we fix things for the future. That’s how it works. Helping each other. And now when I look down, I am covered in kittens. Fuzzy, purring. Cute little kitten butts waggling.
Someday I’ll learn to juggle chainsaws. But right now, I think I’ll just hug kittens instead.*
*there were no actual kittens, chainsaws, or juggling in the making of this post.
(PS — If you see blank spaces instead of word meters in this post, that’s because the site that I use seems to be temporarily down. Hopefully it will be back up soon. But general tally is 10.5 miles and 20,000 words so far this year).
Miles Walked This Year:
Words Written This Year:
My 42 Writing Projects This Year:
6. The Bone Key (novel)
5. Love and Sex in the Ninth World (gaming)
4. The Ninth World Guidebook (gaming)
3. Numenera CO (gaming)
2. Izaltu’s Needle (gaming) 3,500/8,000
1. Kinky Rewrite (non-fiction book) 46,000/60,000
Kiss kiss bang bang, s.
**Today’s title courtesy of Jackalope Wives, a short story by Ursula Vernon. Read it at the link.