So: yesterday I slept for eleven hours; last night I slept for none. This is my adult fucking life in a nutshell, folks.
Aaaaaaanyhow. Wow, been a while, eh? And what have I been doing? Getting better, mainly. Not writing. Watching a hell of a lot of stuff. Reading some other stuff. Listening to podcasts and books on Audible. Making sure Cal gets to ( Read more... )

2017 summation post: This year's been an interesting case, for me. I taught two Litreactor courses, lectured at the Odyssey Workshop, and travelled far more than I usually do--I was a fill-in guest of honor at Necon, then ended up going to Necronomicon for the first time (with Steve, which was fun). I didn't go to Readercon, for the first time in ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about my Dad for a while, tonguing past him in my mind like a sore, a rotten tooth, an empty socket. On the one hand, it feels a bit as though I've finally got him sorted: he's never going to be the father I once wanted because he was never capable of being that sort of father, and while it's disappointing to realize that I've ( Read more... )

Soooo...it's been roughly a month since my last entry. Cal is entirely recovered from his tonsilectomy, thank Christ; we had some bad times there for a while, mainly during the first week and a half, when I swear he was having some sort of existential crisis. I'd come into his room to find him moping around in his underwear, chin in hand, staring ( Read more... )

Monday is now Cal's surgery date. We got to the hospital, he puked, people saw him, so eventually the doctor decided it wasn't worth the risk. I obviously couldn't refute it. So we got back home and I went to sleep, woke to find hm suspiciously happy--stress, faking, a one-day virus? Impossible to tell. I have to phone by four tomorrow to get the ( Read more... )

Tomorrow's Cal's surgery, but I won't find out exactly when until four. My bowels and stomach are full of bile; I'm eating stuff just to drive other stuff through my body. "The Church in the Mountains" is up over 6,000+ words now, but I can't do much about it, because I'm rigid with general worry. Just have to bull through things, I guess, like ( Read more... )

As a person who spent her teenage years studying books by William Seabrook, Colin Wilson and Aleister Crowley, one of the things I've observed is that while there are a lot of movies out there about witchcraft and black magic of almost every stamp out there, very few take on the challenge of depicting ritual, heirarchical magic--what practitioners ( Read more... )

Back to "The Church in the Mountains," hopefully. Yesterday I got the schedule for high school open houses, two of which I've already missed because they didn't send me the schedule soon enough; the next one is on October 12, the night before Cal's surgery. This is all business as usual, really.
Last night, meanwhile, I finally finished the only ( Read more... )

Yesterday was Cal's thirteenth birthday, giving me once again an opportunity to reckon just how amazingly he's grown since...well, since he was born, obviously, but also since last year, and the year before that, etcetera. He's officially a teenager today. I bought him his first batch of student's tickets, made him stick one in the till as we went ( Read more... )

...in terms of posting here, as with so much else. It's a lot easier to just like and reblog a bunch of shit on Tumblr, or have my conversations on Facebook, and that's frankly sad as hell. But then again, both Livejournal and Dreamwidth appear to be almost exactly as mordant, these days. Comments conversation is a dead art, I fear.;)
Anyhow: I went ( Read more... )