Due to a life that simply won't stop, I have not yet seen The Force Awakens.
It's fucking killing me.
West Virginia, United States, on a stormy Friday.
I was a classic overachiever. I've been fighting the workaholic tendencies my whole life.
Depression and anxiety. Anxiety is the one that affects my daily life, unless I take medication.
I'm the only one in my family that was ever medicated for it, but if I look at behavior and symptoms, I'm very sure I come from a long line of anxious people. Both Mom and Dad had panic attacks, though they wouldn't have called it that.
I e-mail my writing to myself, sometimes. Here's an early version of the beginning of Gutenberg.
"I usually loved my job. Rare book acquisitions. And I was darned good at it, too. When the New York Public Library thought it found a partial copy of William Blake's The Book of Urizen, I was the one they called for verification of authenticity. I was also the one who saved them over a million dollars on what would have been a clever fake." (September 12, 2017)
Which became....
"I’m good at my job. That’s what got me into trouble.
The New York State Library found a partial copy of William Blake's First Book of Urizen, and they called a team of experts to authenticate it. I was one of those experts and I was the only one to identify it as a clever fake. It turns out, I was right. That’s what made me famous in the world of rare book antiquities." (September 16, 2017)
I decided that the first version didn't really have a hook....
I have three pets, all rescued.
The eldest is a brown tabby cat named Zimmerman. He's about thirteen. We adopted him when he was a little over a year old. He charmed me by sitting on my lap in the play room at the shelter and kneading my lap without hurting me (he doesn't care so much about hurting me any more).
The second is a pitbull/Dalmatian mix named Pippa. She's about 5 and exuberant is an understatement. When she wants to thank us for a good meal, she brings us tea towels from the kitchen.
And our newest adoption is a little cat we've named Fern (now expanded to Herphernius... from Her Ferny-ness). She's a black and white that was so small when she wandered into our yard, we thought she was a kitten. But, no. She was chipped and is over 10. She plays constantly; Zimmerman just sits and watches her.
Four bumps, wrist to wrist, means fuck.
However, if I remember right, turning one hand over (wrist to back of the wrist) changes it to work. Which kinda makes sense. ;)
True story:
When I was about 12, one of the local radio shows was having a hidden talent competition. I called in and got through. I told them that my hidden talent was babbling. And then, for about a minute, I talked non-stop without taking breath. The DJs had trouble getting me to stop.
I won gift certificates to a restaurant in Orlando, a t-shirt, and I got put in the drawing for David Bowie concert tickets (I didn't win).
Hidden talent: I'm an introvert that babbles.
"It's called a blow job, but you don't actually blow...."
The blindfold stole my senses. “Open,” he ordered. Unyielding rubber stretched my lips and filled my mouth. “Suck,” was his next command, “and show me you mean it.” I did it like I would his cock and he moaned. He moved the toy to my needy snatch. “Now My Love,” he said, “Enjoy.”
I LOVE reading. However, I also love writing and I can't do both close together. I'll start stealing turns of phrase and sometimes plot points without even meaning to.
This weekend we had a power outage. I couldn't grocery shop so I started re-reading a Harry Potter book. In two paragraphs I'm admiring craft; in four I'm immersed in story. Bliss!
I hold the door for anyone who is behind me. Sometimes a man is uncomfortable about it and I don't argue with them, because in the end, I'm trying to be kind. Making someone else uncomfortable isn't kind.
Did you know that the door opening practice started because women's dresses were so huge, they literally couldn't get the doors open for themselves? This was only in the upper classes, because the poorer women's skirts weren't so big.