So I've been having agita about a bunch of things related to tomorrow's big speech; if any one or two of the things was a factor, I think I would be totally chill, but there are like four or five things, so I am not chill. As the dashing aquila_dominus
reminded me, I will be absolutely fine once I hit the stage. So I was beginning to feel slightly settled about that, and then, oh hey!
My story "Fortune"
is up at ChiZine now.
It's a companion piece to "The Angel of Fremont Street"
. It's also possibly the most deeply personal thing I've written, save for Cicatrix
, and it mines much of the same territory.
"Fortune" was pulled out of me over two days that I spent typing with one hand and with the other pressed over my mouth because that's what I subconsciously do when things are too much. I've read it aloud twice. On the circus-family train trip from Chicago, in the middle of the night in the dining car; at StrowlerCon, by circus-family request. Both times people cried. So. I would find it an honor if you read it, but leave yourself space for self-care.
If you're going to hear my survivor speech tomorrow, you can consider parts of this a preview.
If you think you know what the longest night of my life was, and you haven't read this story, I can almost guarantee you you're wrong.