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{October 19, 2021}   On the cusp of change

Or hopefully I am, anyway.  (Thirty-three has yet to take me out! Would you look at that!) The recent efforts toward change in my life have made me reflective, the hour a strange kind of nostalgic for the almosts and life events missed. I’m thinking about all the ways I held back or was held back from being everything that I am and could have grown into, the life experiences I can’t go back and share, the people who would have loved me and who I wanted very much to love– someone asked me recently what my goals were. In the context of that space where they were asking, I was fairly certain of the kind of answer they wanted, but my smart ass opted to get cute about it and ask if they meant in life generally orrrrr– but then as I answered, I realized my answer would have been more or less the same; I want experience, I want stories. And I became a bit emotional when my brain finally clicked on how that has always really been all I wanted. It never seemed like a valid answer, because it wasn’t a thing that could obviously be directly translated into a productive and monetizable pursuit, not one that had ever been expressed as worth the time and effort to do so. Stories and storytelling, like most arts, were (are) severely undervalued, and I internalized that way too hard. For all that stories have been my whole heart, my most sacred sanctuary and most beloved vice, and I feel passionately about the power and artistry in storytelling, I’m finding I’m still struggling with the concept that writing could be a viable career option for me. This is one more thing where I’ve allowed myself to hold back. I’m angry about it, if I’m being honest. And then that just cycles me around to being angry and grieving for the parts of me that have languished, the versions of me left behind, snuffed out before I had the chance to explore them, the me and all the stories I would have had if in just a few more instances I’d had the room to take the chance and not let fear from others wear so deep into me. To the baby me who knew no better and chose to be safe, I’m sorry I did that to us and I love you for doing your best to get us here. To the me yet to come (should we make it past thirty-three, lol), I’m sorry it took so long to figure this out properly, so we could do better still. May we be everything we needed that no one else managed for us, and may we shed more and more still the reservations that have not served us. May we be everything we have always felt afraid to be.

That was meant to just be a brief note about– well, I’m not really sure, I suppose. Reflection and regret and resolve? And then about how I’ve somehow not had the motivation to write for All Hallow’s Read, even though I’ve been anxiously muttering for months that I need to write, so as to not be scrambling ONE MORE YEAR AGAIN to bang something out, and now it’s over halfway through October. So here we are again! Here we are again. Why?

This post got away from me. If you’ve stuck it out to the end, hello there. Thank you and I hope you’re hydrated and as well and safe as can be. I won’t say anything about the current state of the world, because it’s exhausting, but wherever you are in it, I love you.



{October 31, 2020}   Most of my plants are still alive

And so am I, and, as far as I know, everyone close to me. I’m anxious, but I’ll take it.

All Hallow’s Read gift for you all! I hope it finds you as safe and as in much good spirits as you can muster this year. This was not the adventure we asked for, but here we are.

I love you all.



{October 13, 2019}   All Hallow’s Read 2019

Every year I swear up and down I’m not going to put off writing for All Hallow’s Read until the last minute. For the most part I have been writing, but the finishing is also important, and not so much of that has been happening. I have exactly one completed piece. Just the one. I’m actually pretty happy with it, too, but I can’t help feeling like even if it was the best thing I’ve ever written, it’s not enough. Life is happening, as ever, and my day job saps my time, energy, and mental space, but it’s not impossible to scribble things here and there, so it feels like I should have a lot more to share. It feels like the finishing shouldn’t be nearly so infrequent. I don’t have a positive note to add to this. I suppose I’m just venting my frustration with myself out into the you who may be surprised to find yourself still here. We can be surprised together. Fingers crossed I can bang out just a few more bits and bobs for your reading pleasure.



{November 1, 2018}   All Hallow’s Read 2018

I have (late as ever) A GIFT for you all!  Not as much finished as I would have preferred, but I’m honestly just super jazzed to have anything to post.  I say it every year, but heck, why not– This is what I get for waiting ’til the last minute to do my writing!  It’s there for your reading pleasure, anyway.

One super silly:  How Rude

One a tiny snapshot:  For Who

Hope everyone’s had a lovely and safe Halloween adventure evening!  I love you all!  Please stay as safe as can be.



{October 31, 2016}   I made no promises!

But I kind of did.  In my head.  You just didn’t know about it, because I didn’t tell you , because I wasn’t sure of what I could swing.

This year’s been all kinds of bananas!  Whole bowls of fruit!  Personally speaking, it hasn’t been terrible.  It hasn’t been kind, but within the sphere of my little life, nothing major has gone amiss.  It’s just been busy.  I really wasn’t sure I’d be able to do “All Hallow’s Read” this year.  But I did!  I finished things!  (Still a tiny triumph every time.) And I’m pretty happy with them!  They’re not long and I’m not entirely sure you could call them poems or stories or what have you.  I’m calling them little bits.  Now to go collapse.

Little bitty adventures, goooo!  Happy Halloween, folks!  Love!



I’m trying desperately not to be a liar yet again, but as midnight is swiftly approaching much like a booted foot to an unsuspecting (though assuredly deserving) butt, I will post what I have thus far.  I fully intend to continue updating through out the night until either the story finishes or I pass out at the keyboard and my poor, wonderful husband has to drag my lifeless (snoring) body off to bed, or at the very least over to the couch.  Oh, also posting the excerpt from my current –and currently unnamed– word baby.  Happy All Hallow’s Read, folks!

Beasts

Bit of Baby (possible a spleen, but it’s hard to tell at this stage)

Speaking of babies– My friend had one today!  Just in case you were disappointed by this small, shabby gift that I didn’t even bother to even try to wrap in newspaper, at least you can know that someone got something good today.  Let’s all be happy for the proud new mama and papa!  Happy adventuring, guys!

Update:  So about an hour after I got to work adding more to “Beasts” I crashed hard. I don’t even remember going to bed, really, but that’s where I woke up.  I will continue writing the story all the same.  Husband says to think of it as a serialized piece.  I’m grumpy about it, but it is what it is.  Bah.  Anyway, happy reading and much love, guys! (There are suddenly more of you!  Hello!)



{October 31, 2012}   Stories and good news!

Good news, everyone!  I found work!  I am now a bakery clerk at a local grocery store.  It’s busier there than I ever really realized it would be.  Not that I didn’t think it would be hectic, but, really, it’s a bit overwhelming.  It’s more adventure than I was really expecting.  Of course, if I’d been expecting it, that’s not much of an adventure.  Bah.

Also!  I have stories for you folk!  My gift to you for All Hallow’s Read.  Two stories and one tiny poem, “Last Wish”, “It looked like a spook.” and “Skeptical”, sit in the All Hallow’s Read 2012 section for your reading pleasure.  Hope you like them!  Happy Halloween!  Happy All Hallow’s Read!

Dont’ forget there’s still the All Hallow’s Read 2011 stories, too.



{October 11, 2012}   All Hallow’s Read is back!

And, you know, that Halloween thing, too.  (I’ve been doodling costume ideas for months.)  I’ve also been tinkering with stories for months.  New ones as my gift to all of you for All Hallow’s Read and as an apology for being radio silent for the past several months.  I’ll have the stories posted up soon.  For those new to All Hallow’s Read and or not new, but perplexed as to why I’m talking about writing stories, here’s my blog post from last year.  I love the books I have and can’t spend the money to give books away, so I’m writing stories for the sharing.  I hope you’ll write stories, too!  We could all go on a story telling rampage!  Like Christmas caroling, but on Halloween!  It’ll be awesome.  Also, don’t forget to give candy with your stories.  It is still Halloween after all.

Anyway, not much else going on.  Still looking for work.  Still writing.  No one ever said adventures were going to be exciting all the time.  Oh well.  Wish me luck!



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