Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

It was 28˚F when I got up at 10:30 a.m. CaST. The temperature has soared to 38˚F, with the windchill at 32˚F. But at least it's sunny, and I will be thankful for that.

I did some work yesterday on The Tindalos Asset, but it was largely line editing and trying to nail the plot together in my head and with a few scrawled notes. I think I may have had a breakthrough. And I'm pretty sure my handwriting has become entirely illegible. I blame the tremor caused by the Gabapentin and Lamictal. Today, I'm going to set the novella aside and write something for Sirenia Digest No. 142. This way, I'll have both 141 and 142 taken care of, and I won't have to stop in December, set The Tindalos Asset aside again, and deal with the digest.

Last night, there was our annual Thanksgiving pizza from Fellini's – turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, and a little mozzarella. And then we watched RuPaul's Drag Race. We're working our way through Season 7 again. I was thinking this morning, at breakfast, about the innocence of RuPaul's Drag Race. And it made me think of Charlton Heston in The 0mega Man (1971), watching Woodstock (1970) over and over again after the end of the world. Hippies. Drag queens. Same difference. And I'm Robert Neville, bitterly trying to hang onto a scrap of that innocence, here in the Trumpland.

Irony, defined by example – the same "Bernie or Bust" idiots who said Clinton and Trump "are exactly the same" pissing themselves over Trump's threat to net neutrality. (And reproductive rights. And the national parks. And elephants. And on and on and on and...)

David Cassidy is dead at 67. How weird and sad is that?

But it's Thanksgiving, and there are a few things for which I'm still grateful: Spooky, Selwyn and Lydia, my family in Alabama, the precious handful of people scattered around the country whom I call my friends, that I'm managing to eek out a living(thanks mainly to my Patreon supporters and Sirenia Digest), that we have survived the Horror Clown's first year (well, almost), and raunchy, hilarious, beautiful drag queens.

Aunt Beast

11:29 p.m. (night before last)

8:20 p.m. (last night)

8:40 p.m. (last night)


( 4 comments — Have your say! )
Nov. 23rd, 2017 05:08 pm (UTC)
Cheers to holiday pizza.
Nov. 24th, 2017 01:07 am (UTC)
But it's Thanksgiving, and there are a few things for which I'm still grateful

You are one of the people I'm thankful for. Here's to still being here.

(And I look forward to The Tindalos Asset.)
Nov. 24th, 2017 03:38 am (UTC)
Yeah, Lamictal and its wonderful tremors. I was wondering why my hands shake more than they did in the past. I like your tag, "pills for ills." I can relate.

I love the neon sign, "FRESH HOT PIZZA." I can't think of anything better, anytime, anywhere. I never heard of a turkey-with-all-the-trimmings pizza with mozzarella, but yeah, sounds good!

Thank you for your LJ entries, and for your writing. It makes me feel less alone and provides a reality check. I'm sure other people feel the world wouldn't be as nice a place to live without your work, too.
Nov. 24th, 2017 06:29 pm (UTC)
Every time you mention the Thanksgiving pizza I just can't imagine eating a pizza like that. But after seeing your picture I'd definitely try it and the more I think about it the better it sounds.
( 4 comments — Have your say! )