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Oct. 21st, 2005 05:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeToday has been a day of days.
I get an e-mail from my mother about the Land. See previous entry for details. It is, to say the least, flabbergasting. I call my mother up and ask her what the hell is going on. She tells me, but still. Wacky. Not the bad kind of wacky, the good kind. But still wacky.
She also tells me that she knows a woman who's successfully writing children' stories. Books. And apparently is willing to read some of my stuff. Which. Whoa. I have a young adult novel in the works. Kind of. I also have a young adult novel that I have to poke someone to write. Or assist me with writing. Or sit down and poke it out with me. But. Yeah.
I've got three pirate/poet shirts cut out, two of off white and one of lemon yellow. Hee. And my Mad Maudlin skirt is all cut out. So there's that.
I also am starting to get a sinus headache. So there's that.
But yes. Today has been a day of days. A very odd day of days.
Things are getting better. They're not up to good yet, I'm still confused, still ... hurting, I guess I'd say. Very confused. Worried, scared, angry, upset. But less of everything except the confused. I'm calmer. I can think straight again. I can write something more than the same story over and over again. Which is good. I may start posting the short stories again. Things are getting better all the time. And I'm fixing that hole where the rain got in.
I get an e-mail from my mother about the Land. See previous entry for details. It is, to say the least, flabbergasting. I call my mother up and ask her what the hell is going on. She tells me, but still. Wacky. Not the bad kind of wacky, the good kind. But still wacky.
She also tells me that she knows a woman who's successfully writing children' stories. Books. And apparently is willing to read some of my stuff. Which. Whoa. I have a young adult novel in the works. Kind of. I also have a young adult novel that I have to poke someone to write. Or assist me with writing. Or sit down and poke it out with me. But. Yeah.
I've got three pirate/poet shirts cut out, two of off white and one of lemon yellow. Hee. And my Mad Maudlin skirt is all cut out. So there's that.
I also am starting to get a sinus headache. So there's that.
But yes. Today has been a day of days. A very odd day of days.
Things are getting better. They're not up to good yet, I'm still confused, still ... hurting, I guess I'd say. Very confused. Worried, scared, angry, upset. But less of everything except the confused. I'm calmer. I can think straight again. I can write something more than the same story over and over again. Which is good. I may start posting the short stories again. Things are getting better all the time. And I'm fixing that hole where the rain got in.