The pain gonna make everything all right

[rolanni]

Thursday?

. . . let's go with Thursday. Damp and cool, but by no means cold.

Breakfast was rice crackers, cream cheese, and grapes. Lunch will probably be fried potatoes and onions and a protein to be named later. The to-do list is everything I didn't do yesterday.

I am three-quarters of the way through Longeye and There. Is. Not. ONE. THING. Wrong. with these books. I'm actually quite angry with the people who made me ashamed of my own work and very nearly caused me to abandon my art. And while Steve said all the right things -- one of Steve's many talents lying in the direction of selling sno cones to penguins. At a profit. -- I doubt he would have given up writing, and I'm not sure the partnership would have survived my withdrawal.

Side story: We had friends who were musicians, a duo, who played gigs in the neighborhood. One day, one of the duo called and asked to meet us for a drink; she had something she wanted to talk out. So, we met her, and it turned out that she had met another musician whose art ignited her own in a way that playing with the other half of the current duo, also her partner, did not. She really wanted to play with this other person, and expand her art. I can still hear the raw anguish in her voice when she said, "And the problem is, I never made a distinction between being with [partner], and playing with [partner]."

Sometime after that, the original duo vanished from the local scene, and we heard, eventually, that they had split and she had left the area.
The moral of this story being that the partnership Steve and I shared was fluid, and informed everything we did. I lost track of how many times we were asked: "You're married? And you write together? How does that even work?" It worked because we were together.

*deep breath*

Going back to the Fey Duology -- I will, indeed, be reissuing these books. Proudly reissuing these books.  Under our names.

And now? I b'lieve it's time to go to work.

How's everybody doing?

Today's blog post title comes courtesy of The Black Crowes, "She talks to angels"