Due to recent events, my muse has rolled up her flying carpet and taken off into the wild blue yonder. The holidays took their usual chunk of my time and energy, of course, but the real culprit? Long story short, I found out that a beloved family member was diagnosed with cancer and within a week of hearing about it (she’d kept it secret – hadn’t told ANYONE – for a long while), she died.
I’m still reeling.
I hadn’t even gotten used to the idea of her being sick before she’s alluvasudden gone forever.
Erics and Sookies, Godrics and Cara and/or Claudy, Willa…even Sevrin and Stan/Richard…they’re all waiting patiently for my weeping muse to feel safe enough to come back home. (They’re currently playing Monopoly…not sure how that’s gonna go…Eric1 and Eric2 are hogging all the good properties…) Even Andre dropped by and gave me an awkward little shoulder pat before making his excuses. Emma hung out a bit with coffee and sympathy, though – she’s nice like that.
Sevrin just grunted. I think it was consolingly but I’m not sure, but there was a vampire head-nod involved so I guess it was meant well? Godric2 offered to deliver unto me the hearts of my enemies and Cara was nodding her head in agreement just a little too seriously, but it was altogether heartwarming.
Pam flung a spendy bottle of pink nail polish at me and told me to cheer up already.
Anyway, just wanted to check in with y’all and let you know what was up…which is to say, not my mood.
Death sucks even when it’s a well-disguised blessing. Hug your loved ones and keep them close.
As for updates, they’re coming, eventually, when the world rights itself again. I’m working on things as I can, but the results aren’t very coherent yet. It will just take some time, and we all know how the FLM can be, right? She might strike at midnight…or midnight two weeks from now.
(I secretly hope that maybe letting you guys know what’s up will help clear the way for the weeping muse to make her way back home, maybe.)