Nom-nom bids you good evening!!!

Sometimes, life throws us big curve balls. Mine did, and the ugly depression monster came for a lengthy stay. The election didn’t help.

New meds, however, are making a difference. I wrote 235 words in ‘Song and Staff’ last week. That doesn’t seem like much, but it’s a step forward. I had to severely cut back on my coffee, which provided some seriously icky headaches for about 2 weeks.

Even when I couldn’t find the energy to get off the couch, I had hope. Hope that someone would leave a new review of one of the trilogy books. Hope that people who picked up copies at Geek Girl Con would tell their friends that it was a series worth reading. Hope that we, as a country, can stop being afraid of someone that looks different, talks different, or loves differently than we do personally. The trans student just wants to use a restroom. They don’t want to harm anyone in there. The foreigner who came here legally did so to make a better life for themselves and their family. Just because I choose to color my hair purple doesn’t mean I’m going to force you to do the same.

I had hope that I’d get back to writing. That I’d find another con or two that would let me have a table on their Writer’s Block/Artists Alley. Applications for Washington Summer Con and Rose City Comicon have been submitted. I’m also returning to Olympia Cards and Comics on Free Comic Book Day in May!

I have to fight to keep that hope, bring those dreams to life. Regain the absolute joy I get from writing. Hearing the keys click on my keyboard now is music to me. I learned to type on an actual typewriter, and I love the sound of a ‘noisy’ keyboard. Eyes closed, fingers flying, and steady breathing is an intoxicating combination.

Will I post more here? I hope to, when I have something I want to say. When space gets confirmed, definitely.

Until then, keep hope alive in your heart. There’s still good in the world, despite how it seems right now.

BB/Chan Eil Egal Orm