Remain calm. It’s nothing earth-shattering. Unless you’re me. Then it’s mildly earth shattering… because I’ve been so dismal of late… empty… and lacking the hope I truly need.
Yesterday I made a call I’d been putting off because I knew it would be awkward. But I also knew that I wasn’t going to feel better about this particular situation until I addressed it. And I did. And it worked out. As far as I know right now, anyway. It’s nothing major… and it’s largely insignificant in the big picture. But making an awkward phone call is a bit of an accomplishment for me. I loathe making phone calls. I’d like to handle my entire existence through emails and texts. Or in person. Just not on the damn phone.
bigger thing (to me, anyway):
Today… I wrote. Like, I wrote actual words that form an actual narrative. And it’s not crap about my life. Actually, it is about my life, kind of… a little reality mixed in with fiction. Then again, I guess all of my fiction has at least a little of my reality mixed in. It’s kind of impossible for me to avoid. Does this make me self-centered? Maybe.
The bad news (for you?) is that this will not be a rebirth of Fiction Friday. What I’ve been writing will be for the A-to-Z challenge. And as you may know, that happens in April. So you’ll have to wait until April 1st (no foolin’) for the first post. But you’ll get a taste when I reveal my theme. Theme reveal is March 19th. You should probably mark your calendars now.
And… I absolutely must thank my awesome friend Marquessa because she sparked this theme idea. I never would have thought of it without her. So thank you! Really. Thank you. I can’t say it enough. Thank you… xo [By the way… you get a sneak peek, M… just you!]
I totally had something else to say that belongs in this space… but I was interrupted by my cute little clone, and I’ve totally fallen off my train of thought. She’s been asleep for hours now and I still cannot remember. The logical thing would be for me to just remove this section. Which is why I’m not going to do that. Logic sucks.
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