What the hell?

[beanside]

So, the last two days, in addition to recovering from the flu, I think I'm finally starting to recover from the year. It took sliding to the edge of the map, but I think I've turned the bend. As Jess pointed out, this year has hit me in three of my biggest identity centers, and it really threw me. I lost my sense of worth in my work. I lost my sense of worth as a family caretaker when grandmom died, and I lost my religious worth when the coven split.

This year, I've been pulled in on myself like a turtle, trying to re-make who I am, and what I've come up with is that I was just fucking fine with who I was. So, with judicious pushing from above, I'm over this.

What that brings up is that it's time to dig in and be who I want to be, and that's an author. Not just of fanfic, but of kickass original sci-fi/queer fiction. So, I don't know if anyone (HA!) remembers a little Laurel K. Hamilton knockoff named Ragnarok, but we're going back.

New cast in some places, new story in some places, and a lot of revamping to get rid of the LKH cooties, but the same soul. So, who wants to be on the filter? (Cari, you get no choice. Sorry.)

[Poll #1472110]

Comments

[fufaraw]

As quickly as we come to some intellectual conclusions, it takes the body and the emotions longer to get there. I'm glad you've arrived. I'd love to be on the Ragnarok filter.