Supply and Demand, I'm In Demand, Soon As I Land ...
Yesterday was … magical.
Yesterday, at 3 PM, at Red Light Cafe, I took the stage with 7 other brilliant women. So incredibly talented. From such a diverse array of backgrounds.
Yesterday was magical because we got up and were the 2nd of a Nationwide monologue reading, which began Friday night in Washington DC at the Arena theater. My Body, No Choice.
A Week of Healing ...
I stay busy, not intentionally to not process my own feelings but that is an unfortunate side effect of “doing.” And I do the initial processing. The triage. After bandaged, and sufficiently stabilized, I send them to the emotions specialists (I know I’m not the only one who imagines the mind as this department of departments.) It’s just often there’s a backlog.
“I make lists in my sleep baby, what’s my sin? “
When under stress, I retreat inward. I have a magnificently rich inner life, which I think helps make me a great writer. I’m in my head too much. I can get lost in The Sims creating houses and worlds. I can get lost in writing, and again, creating worlds. My latest retreat involves me now designing flags for the different houses of the Duchy and the Queerdom. Because we also need another escape world that doesn't involve a problematic writer with a well-known fantasy world.