This is what happens when I write about what month I’m in and how depressed I am : a month goes by and I don’t write. A lot has happened and a lot hasn’t happened, all at once.
I went to a sexuality and kink event up here in Halifax, which was neat. I went out dancing until late into the night, something I hadn’t done in ages and ages and which gave me great joy and tinnitus. I flew to the States in a prop plane, saw a bunch of people, and went to Intercon, the marvelous LARP convention, for the second full time with my partner. I ran a game there, a marvelous, no-talking-allowed, movement-based game called White Death. I got to play the oracle of a god-ship, a reincarnated Arthurian king in the body of a middle-aged female corporate shark turned occult bookshop owner, a companion AI named Eugénie, and an undead ex-cop being used as a superweapon in an Ultimate Fighting Tournament between realms (yes, it was an incredibly silly and wonderful Mortal Kombat larp).
And then I got back, went to a meeting of the new collective some friends are working on, tried to catch up with work, put the car in the shop, had a piece of furniture delivered, went through several days running of torrential rain and some insane wind, got the car back only to find that the repair had revealed a previously hidden leak that filled the footwell with water, bought a Shop-Vac, bought a car cover (that blew off in the insane wind), and had about fifteen guys come to the house and replace our entire heating system in one day.
Add to this some significant emotional growth, filing taxes, perimenopause symptoms, con drop, and just the entire Everythingness of it all, and well…this space fell off my radar for a bit.
And it’s just like that sometimes.
Meanwhile, I did publish a little excerpt from my novel on Soaring Twenties, which you can see here if you’d like:
Doing so reminds me again that when time gets short and my life fills with things, I really feel the pressure to turn whatever writing energy I have toward my fiction. Creating or facilitating fiction, particularly of the kind that’s transformative (Intercon was very inspirational, just saying), feeds my soul. I don’t think it much matters whether it’s prose, or theatre, or theatrical/litform larp. It’s just clearly important to me that I be creating. (Music counts, too, but scratches a slightly different itch.)
I’m not ready to make any big announcements or pronouncements right now, but I think I might be a bit quiet here for a time while I figure out how to get my creative fires going again this spring. In the past that’s meant posting maybe once a month; not sure how that’s going to work this time. But I wanted to let you all know what I’ve been up to, and what I might be up to next.
If you read the above excerpt, or my short story from last month, or other things and want to support that kind of work, a reminder besides the boilerplate one above that I have a Patreon; it’s pretty quiet, but some people still carry that torch. It’d be much appreciated.