January 6th, 2016

The Red Tree

"Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath."

Jesus, but I fucking hate the cold. Currently, it's sunny, 39˚F, with a windchill of 34˚F, which is, of course, a vast improvement over the last two days. But it's still cold as hell.I feel as if my whole life has become about just living long enough to be once more in a place where winters are no so brutal.

“There's something horrifying about having your memory become part of the public memory.” ~ Mary Karr

“When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.” ~ Jean Rhys

Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Because even in winter I have bills to pay.

I'm wearied by the "There would be no joy in my life if I could not write!" folks, especially the ones who've not spent two decades with no other means to make a living. I have never loved writing, which usually surprises, and sometimes angers, people to hear, but it's the truth. Most often, I have loathed writing. But it's what I'm good at. So, it's what I do. There's no romance, no mystery, no pie in the sky. It's my job.

And that's it for now.

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast