What went before ONE: And as I think about Annie Lennox and Tina Turner and the other people who were abused by their creative partners . . .
I was so very lucky to have had Steve in my life: he not only supported and contributed to my art, but he stood between me and people who would have abused me because of my art, and because I “think wrong.”
I say this in interviews pretty often, and will continue to say it, because it’s true: I am so very fortunate to have been able to spend most of my life living in, and exploring, a universe of my own making, and being . . . happy in my art.
. . . and I’m so very sorry that not everyone can have that.
Continue in response to a comment regarding the magnitude of loss: I’m going to say this badly, so apologies in advance for being inarticulate. Yes, it’s a debilitating, life-changing loss. But “loss” implies having had something.
So I look at what we had — do I regret having had those things? No.
I look at what we did — do I regret having done those things? Well — no life is perfect, and certainly, as suited to each other as we were, we weren’t perfect. We did stupid stuff; we were not always wise.
But I can’t regret the laughter, the partnership, the places we went and the joy that we shared. I certainly don’t regret the creative life we shared. We never were famous, or rich, or award-winners, but damn I’m proud of our work, our vision, and the sharing of it.
Am I sorry that what I had is gone? Yes. Yes, I am. And as painful as it is to be without the support, partnership, and love that I had, still I would rather that than what I felt when my mother died, which was, “Thank God she’s gone. She can’t ever hurt me again.”
There was a thing we used to say — “Better together than apart.” That was true; we brought out the best in each other. And I have that experience now; it’s part of the warp and weft of who I am.
And I don’t regret that.
What went before: Ack.
So, I made the phone call and snagged an early December appointment, and staged the trash, but I did not do the bookkeeping. Instead, I weeded the garden, because it really is that nice outside.
The boss says it’s OK to bounce the bookkeeping to tomorrow. She’s cool that way…
What went before TWO: SNIPPET:
“Which improbably puts me in mind of why I chanced to come this way,” Shan murmured. “Jen Sin, my dear, Miri wishes to speak with you.”
Jen Sin paused with his wine glass near his lips and looked up into pale blue eyes.
Shan shook his head, Terran-style. “Unlike some others of us, I know the difference between Miri and the delm.”
What went before THREE: And! The word count at the end of this round of WIP Correx is!
Sixty thousand nine hundred and ninety-five words.
I have the files that I pulled, but to preserve Auctorial Sanity, we are not counting those words.
The Weird Word List has been updated. Back ups have been made.
Tomorrow, I start with the Chapter-by-Chapter which will be the definitive map of Where the Holes Are.
Tomorrow, I am also interviewing a potential cleaner, and! It’s needlework night.
Tonight, however, I’m off the clock.
Or, I will be off the clock once I wash the dishes.
Everybody stay safe; I’ll see you tomorrow.
Tuesday. Cool and cloudy. Trash and recycling at the curb.
Breakfast was half a blueberry muffin and plain yogurt. Rookie would like his fandom to know that he really likes plain yogurt, and that Tali and Firefly don’t like plain yogurt, because they’re silly, but that’s OK, because that means there’s more yogurt for him.
Trooper, who has a record of enjoying a wee dram of plain yogurt from time to time, was not interested.
Trooper also informed me that the gravy which has been the only thing he would reliably eat for months now — deserved only to be buried. I broke out the just-arrived food chopper and pureed a can of gooshy food, which is, mind you, already gooshy, and he did eat — lap, whatever . . . most of that. He’s also lost a little more than a pound since August 4, according to the home scale.
These things are concerning, to say the least.
Now that the trash is out, Trooper has eaten something, and is napping while the other cats are occupying the windows in the bedroom, I’m going to start building the Chapter-by-Chapter.
I finished reading Stone and Sky last night, and started reading the book club book. For those who have been wondering what I’ve been reading — mostly rereads, and cozies — the list is here
How’s everybody holding up on the second day of the week?
Today’s blog post courtesy of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, a man who knew how to build an earworm. “Kubla Khan”
Here’s a random Firefly pic as a reward for those who made it to the end of all that: 
