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fantastico news and other things
Nov. 22nd, 2006 03:08 pmThe super good happy fantastico news is that planetalyx has sold her novel Indigo Springs and its as yet unnamed sequel to Tor. This is a long time coming and a huge huge YES!
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The more neutral news is just me, in November.
I have a hard time every November it seems, particularly during this one week, or hereabouts (though it seems to be very much this one particular week from about the 21st to the 28th). Without constant propping up on my part, I find myself feeling very unsupported, unloved, unnurtured--in short, I feel profoundly alone, so tired of trying to make everything in my life work without anyone else's help or support, that I don't have much will left to keep up any sort of fight at all. What I want to do is curl up in a blanket, hug a pillow, and whimper until...well, until I feel better. It feels like I need to hibernate, but I'm not allowed, because I have to come to work. In past years I've found myself crying uncontrollably on days during this week. I've been on the verge a couple of times this week, but I'm still functional, so, progress. I do plan to do some pillow hugging and whimpering over the four-day weekend, because I think I just need it, to recharge.
I've tried to figure out what, if anything, might have happened at this time of year, and when in my life exactly, that's the ur event for this annual disintegration, but maybe it's just an autumn/winter thing. Who knows.
Anyway, I've decided to try just being okay with not being okay, giving myself the hibernate/whimper space, accepting that, yeah, it sucks not having a partner in your life to give the occassional support or help, to bear a little of the load as you do for them, but, hey, that's the way the cookie's crumbled thus far (ah, the infinitely crumbling cookie), so whimper, deal, and get on with it.
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The more neutral news is just me, in November.
I have a hard time every November it seems, particularly during this one week, or hereabouts (though it seems to be very much this one particular week from about the 21st to the 28th). Without constant propping up on my part, I find myself feeling very unsupported, unloved, unnurtured--in short, I feel profoundly alone, so tired of trying to make everything in my life work without anyone else's help or support, that I don't have much will left to keep up any sort of fight at all. What I want to do is curl up in a blanket, hug a pillow, and whimper until...well, until I feel better. It feels like I need to hibernate, but I'm not allowed, because I have to come to work. In past years I've found myself crying uncontrollably on days during this week. I've been on the verge a couple of times this week, but I'm still functional, so, progress. I do plan to do some pillow hugging and whimpering over the four-day weekend, because I think I just need it, to recharge.
I've tried to figure out what, if anything, might have happened at this time of year, and when in my life exactly, that's the ur event for this annual disintegration, but maybe it's just an autumn/winter thing. Who knows.
Anyway, I've decided to try just being okay with not being okay, giving myself the hibernate/whimper space, accepting that, yeah, it sucks not having a partner in your life to give the occassional support or help, to bear a little of the load as you do for them, but, hey, that's the way the cookie's crumbled thus far (ah, the infinitely crumbling cookie), so whimper, deal, and get on with it.
