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nebris~So, I'm in pain. My anus is inflamed from some 'bad shitting' a few days ago – something I ate – and it fucking hurts. Been rimming myself with a Tea Tree Oil cream, which is helping a bit. But when I gotta go...well, you know.
I also have a small but razor sharp shard of broken tooth floating in my gum. I'm seriously thinking of digging out some needle nose pliers and have Le-Le yank the fucker out. That'll fucking hurt, but the healing would be able to start. Right now it just keeps cutting the flesh.
However, my head seems to be improving. I'm writing again and I'm slowly getting over my lingering Holiday Depression, which was compounded this year by the collapse of my WW2 Alt-History novel late in November. It'd been cooking hot since mid August, but I just ran out of steam. The annual onset of the aforementioned Holiday Depression was no doubt a contributing factor.
I usually come of of said Holiday Depression by mid February, but it was prolonged this year by the GOP House fuckery regarding Disability money. Those fucking cunts all need to be ass raped with meat-hooks and their naked corpses displayed on Capital Hill.
Anyway...
This novel is a Sisterhood Space Opera and has already passed one test. I got badly distracted with the SSI money and dead fridge bullshit at the beginning of this month and I've been able to come back to it with a goodly amount of enthusiasm.
I suspect that is because this work is very much in line with my Path and that has a vast amount of stored up energy and a huge backlog of material. I'm drawing from both the 'up dated' Far Future stories and The Tales of the Vēkkan Cults. This also means I can contemplate The Explanation while working on this novel without being distracted because they all work toward the goal of the New Matriarchy. [that's the Her Prophet Speaks/Nebs Writes part of this mashup]
~The above was written around 6ish this am. The pain has receded with the help of drugs. I went off to the store to grab a few things. My sense of time is distorted. It 'feels' like mid afternoon, but it's not even 11am as I type this. Oh well...
...and there you have it.
I also have a small but razor sharp shard of broken tooth floating in my gum. I'm seriously thinking of digging out some needle nose pliers and have Le-Le yank the fucker out. That'll fucking hurt, but the healing would be able to start. Right now it just keeps cutting the flesh.
However, my head seems to be improving. I'm writing again and I'm slowly getting over my lingering Holiday Depression, which was compounded this year by the collapse of my WW2 Alt-History novel late in November. It'd been cooking hot since mid August, but I just ran out of steam. The annual onset of the aforementioned Holiday Depression was no doubt a contributing factor.
I usually come of of said Holiday Depression by mid February, but it was prolonged this year by the GOP House fuckery regarding Disability money. Those fucking cunts all need to be ass raped with meat-hooks and their naked corpses displayed on Capital Hill.
Anyway...
This novel is a Sisterhood Space Opera and has already passed one test. I got badly distracted with the SSI money and dead fridge bullshit at the beginning of this month and I've been able to come back to it with a goodly amount of enthusiasm.
I suspect that is because this work is very much in line with my Path and that has a vast amount of stored up energy and a huge backlog of material. I'm drawing from both the 'up dated' Far Future stories and The Tales of the Vēkkan Cults. This also means I can contemplate The Explanation while working on this novel without being distracted because they all work toward the goal of the New Matriarchy. [that's the Her Prophet Speaks/Nebs Writes part of this mashup]
~The above was written around 6ish this am. The pain has receded with the help of drugs. I went off to the store to grab a few things. My sense of time is distorted. It 'feels' like mid afternoon, but it's not even 11am as I type this. Oh well...
...and there you have it.
