Creative energy + spare time + a credit card = even more projects, this one a joint Adam/'song project. You will like it. Oh yes. As soon as we have the together-time to bring it to completion.
Now I'm going to go for a walk before I give myself any more writing projects.
I still can't look back at my journal entries from the day of my diagnosis without crying.
I thought I could. You'd think I'd be able to. It's a distance of two and a half years.
From that day: Sometimes you look back on a day years later and realized that that's when your life changed.
Sometimes you know that your life has just changed as it's happening. Sometimes you feel it happen.
So okay, I'll go ahead and announce this now - one of my big new projects is a book about my epilepsy. About the illness itself, about coming to terms with it, about the medication crap. It's essentially mostly written, scattered 'round two years of my LJ. I think it would be good to gather it all in one place. It'll be a little rough on me. But worth it, I think.
Nothing's ever easy. But it's a lot easier if you're not alone. So here you go: my voice.
When Elayna and her friends emerged from chess club, I was sitting on the bench outside the school, reading. There was the customary chorus of "Hi, Elayna's Mom!", and I "hi"ed back.
Elayna: "What are you reading?"
With a sly grin, I held aloft... Fruits Basket volume 11.
Ten girls: *gather around to see why Elayna is exploding*
Elayna: "Omigod you got 11 omigod omigod squee yaaaaay!!!"
A.: "Omigod Elayna you are so lucky. My mom doesn't let me buy manga. My mom would never read manga. I so want to read Fruits Basket!"
Me: "If your mom's okay with you with you reading it, A., you could borrow ours."
A. and Elayna: *explode*
I'm serious about the exploding. These girls were gibbering about the awesomeness of manga and moms who read manga and loan out their manga and omigod omigod in tones that only dogs could hear. There were very fierce hugs going on.
I am the cool mom, apparently.
Elayna shattered eardrums when she found out that I'd bought her volumes 11 and 12.
I'm poring through years-old entries to extract important epilepsy stuff. This will result in you guys getting a bunch of reruns. But hey, if you've friended me in 2004-2006, it's new to you!
One thing I saw - and I'd post this as my Friday Audience Participation thing if I thought I'd remember to - was this musing about the guy I based my character Halloran on.
J., you are the reason tall men turn my head. You are why I fetishize large hands. You are why I love men in kilts. Hell, you are part of why I love Celtic music.
So much imprinting, just on that one person!
Think about who you imprinted on, when, why, about what.
Tell me about it.