It's FRIDAY

WOOT!

Okay, I need this work week to end. Just do. The day job has been stressful as hell lately and it makes me too tired to be very creative. Since the writing is my major income and my joy, life's work, calling, whatever, this is so not a good thing. But the week is ALLLLLLLLLMOST over. I can hang in there. And then this weekend is Con DFW and I get to see Jim and Shannon Butcher and a bunch of my other friends, which is SOOOOOO cool. One of the very best things about the writing gig is that you get to meet and be friends with some of the BEST people.

When I was young (and still now a lot of the time) I NEVER fit in. Always the odd one out (emphasis on the odd). On the one hand, this gave me time to live inside my head, create worlds, people them, and generally indulge my creativity, which is why I CAN write. On the other hand, it can be a very hurtful situation.

I believe everybody in this world wants to be accepted for who they are, and having to pretend to be someone else just to get by is damned painful. At some point in my teens and early twenties, I stopped trying (and became known as a wild woman, raging bitch and several other things until I moved to Denver). One of the reasons I liked Denver was that it was big enough that there's enough variety of people that I really wasn't all that odd comparatively. (I mean, when you can drive down Wadsworth and see someone very calmly walking along the side of the road in a straitjacket [the utilitarian heavy canvas kind, not the kinky kind] trying to work their way out of it and see that nobody else is reacting [and, yes, I did call the authorities---I'm such a poop that way.] you know that a little day-to-day oddity is nothing.) On the other hand, for the past five years I've been struggling to "be good" and keep most of the more outre parts of my personality hidden so that I don't wind up getting tarred and feathered. And it hurts. And I'm beginning to fail at it. Parts of the "real" me are starting to pop out at odd moments. Which is weirding some people out. A LOT. Time to go home to Denver. Hell, PAST time to go home to Denver. And I will go. Just as soon as we get the contract money.

ON TO MORE FUN THINGS!

I got some good news yesterday, but I can't post it yet. ARGH! But it made me VERY happy.

In answer to the most recent question in my comments. A serial is a very old-fashioned idea. Goes back to like Dickensian times and Arthur Conan Doyle. They used to have magazines (I believe Conan Doyle was in the Strand, but I may be misremembering). And periodically (like monthly, although mine would be weekly) you'd get a new installment on the story. So, if y'all are interested, I'm thinking that every Saturday I'll post a few new paragraphs on a "Blog Only" story that I will make up as I go along. Now, I have to warn you, there will be no editor, and no two or three passes to make sure it's perfect before it posts, so it won't be "book" quality. And also, because my mood is what it is, we could occasionally take a turn to the weird. But if anyone is interested in this, and feels game, I'm willing to give it a go. As I said previously, I'm thinking of starting with the "Queen of the Courts" story, which is a humorous and non-paranormal story that I have a wild desire to write, but don't think the publishers would bite on because it's kind of "out there."

So let me know what you think. I want to make sure I don't drive off the folks that are kind enough to stop by here.

Bestest.

Cie