I missed my post last week! I'm not quite sure exactly what happened, except that things have been oddly busy lately. I'm not quite sure why. It was near the end of my deadline, but I was actually ahead of everything. There have just been a lot of small events going on and I lost track of time.
But I'm back now, never fear! I'm that annoying itch you just can't scratch, always coming back when you think you've lost me.
So, what's been going on? Just, ordinary things. Shopping, a movie, some time spent with family, all stretched out over several days. My sister has just gotten a new puppy and that's been very exciting. I'm proud to say that the puppy is very fond of me, and I am very fond of her. Her name is Hazel, and she is a Boston Terrier mix. There are pictures of her on my facebook page, at facebook.com/authoremilyblue/ and also on my Twitter! Surprise! I've been trying to post there a little more, at twitter.com/Miss_Emily_Blue. So, if you want to see the cute puppy, check either one of those places.
I've been having a hard time finding, well, time, to read lately. I've been working on Firestarter by, you guessed it, Stephen King. An older book, for sure. The copy I'm reading is at least 30 years old, and it is definitely showing its age.
I'm not sure that I have much more to share, except to say that I have all three of my revised short stories circulating around and I'm about to get to work on a fourth. I've been in a very good place recently, which is probably why I've let myself get busy lately. I've wanted to do things. I've wanted to go out, and dress up a little in nicer shirts, with more jewelry.
To someone who never used to even want to leave her room, this is something wondrous and new.
Be sure to stop by at the links I mentioned before!
Until next time.
~Blue
Monday, January 22, 2018
Tuesday, January 9, 2018
Happiness Is Like...
I have to say, the fact that I'm seeing a few views here is really heartening. I'm so grateful for anyone who takes a few minutes out of their day to read what I've written.
I recently finished working on a second draft of a short story that I wrote in the past. I feel much, much better about it now. My partner read it and called it creepy, although she's not normally a fan of horror so her tolerance isn't very high. Nevertheless, she's always honest with me, and she says she enjoyed it. It needs another edit and a real title, and then I can look into sending it around to magazines.
Three stories of mine, circulating the internet, looking for a home. Nothing is certain and yet, the idea of all that potential is astonishing to me. Even a year ago, I wouldn't have thought that I'd be accomplishing so much, personally and professionally.
But, nothing's perfect. Happiness is like breath against a window at night, a pale fog through which the darkness can still be glimpsed. It won't last forever, that fog. It dissipates, shrinks away. But we breathe again.
Today (technically yesterday but at the time I'm writing this, it's 2:40 a.m. and I haven't gone to bed yet. It feels like today to me still) I had a very hard time getting out of bed. Unless someone has had depression, or a similar discouraging mental illness, I think it might be hard to understand the weight of your own discouraged thoughts. It's so hard to get going, and all the while it's like you're carrying this boulder uphill. At any moment, your strength might give out. You might fall, collapse, get dragged back, be crushed.
Or, you just might make it.
I like to think I made it. I did my work, and I had some fun. As my partner says, it's not about plastering a smile to my face. It's about putting one foot in front of another.
I think that's all for now. Be sure to check out my author page on facebook, at facebook.com/authoremilyblue/
Until next time.
~Blue
I recently finished working on a second draft of a short story that I wrote in the past. I feel much, much better about it now. My partner read it and called it creepy, although she's not normally a fan of horror so her tolerance isn't very high. Nevertheless, she's always honest with me, and she says she enjoyed it. It needs another edit and a real title, and then I can look into sending it around to magazines.
Three stories of mine, circulating the internet, looking for a home. Nothing is certain and yet, the idea of all that potential is astonishing to me. Even a year ago, I wouldn't have thought that I'd be accomplishing so much, personally and professionally.
But, nothing's perfect. Happiness is like breath against a window at night, a pale fog through which the darkness can still be glimpsed. It won't last forever, that fog. It dissipates, shrinks away. But we breathe again.
Today (technically yesterday but at the time I'm writing this, it's 2:40 a.m. and I haven't gone to bed yet. It feels like today to me still) I had a very hard time getting out of bed. Unless someone has had depression, or a similar discouraging mental illness, I think it might be hard to understand the weight of your own discouraged thoughts. It's so hard to get going, and all the while it's like you're carrying this boulder uphill. At any moment, your strength might give out. You might fall, collapse, get dragged back, be crushed.
Or, you just might make it.
I like to think I made it. I did my work, and I had some fun. As my partner says, it's not about plastering a smile to my face. It's about putting one foot in front of another.
I think that's all for now. Be sure to check out my author page on facebook, at facebook.com/authoremilyblue/
Until next time.
~Blue
Wednesday, January 3, 2018
New Year Neatness
I'm aware that the title is lame. I couldn't think of anything else that would sound better. I'm just going to claim the lameness as my own and make it a feature.
I hope everyone had a safe New Year's celebration. My own New Year was very quiet. No noisy neighbors or anything this year. I don't do parties, so it was more or less an ordinary day for me. In fact, around midnight, I was just painting. Maybe the cold had something to do with the quiet. It's hard to be in a partying mood when it's negative degrees outside.
I haven't thought about a resolution this year. I can't even remember what my resolution last year was and if I failed it or succeeded. I think I'm just going to focus on doing the best day that I can. I feel like this is going to be a pretty good year, though. Everything has been on a pretty upward trend for me, so hopefully it will only continue getting better.
As I write this, Cassie is desperately trying to tell me it's bedtime. She keeps flying around and won't settle anywhere. That usually means she's tired. She also has this impatient little chirp that she does when she wants to go to bed, usually right in my ear.
I just finished my work deadline not all that long ago, which means I'm right in the middle of some free time. I've got a big project of my own that I'm working on right now, mostly reading and editing and planning at this stage. Maybe it will come to fruition in 2018, or something else will. And if not, there's always the other years to come.
I finished reading Cujo, by Stephen King. I didn't remember as much of it was I thought I did. I enjoyed it, as I enjoy most of what he's written, though it's not my favorite. That would be Misery, or Pet Semetary. Right now, the book I have picked up is The Death of Grass, by Samuel Youd, writing as John Christopher. I haven't gotten far into it, although I'm looking forward to seeing more of it. I can't remember if I found it on a recommended science fiction list, or one for horror. Given the subject matter, it seems to fit in both categories.
Editor Bird is biting my ear, so I suppose I should end this. Thank you for reading and be sure to check out my author page at https://www.facebook.com/authoremilyblue/
Until next time.
~Blue
I hope everyone had a safe New Year's celebration. My own New Year was very quiet. No noisy neighbors or anything this year. I don't do parties, so it was more or less an ordinary day for me. In fact, around midnight, I was just painting. Maybe the cold had something to do with the quiet. It's hard to be in a partying mood when it's negative degrees outside.
I haven't thought about a resolution this year. I can't even remember what my resolution last year was and if I failed it or succeeded. I think I'm just going to focus on doing the best day that I can. I feel like this is going to be a pretty good year, though. Everything has been on a pretty upward trend for me, so hopefully it will only continue getting better.
As I write this, Cassie is desperately trying to tell me it's bedtime. She keeps flying around and won't settle anywhere. That usually means she's tired. She also has this impatient little chirp that she does when she wants to go to bed, usually right in my ear.
I just finished my work deadline not all that long ago, which means I'm right in the middle of some free time. I've got a big project of my own that I'm working on right now, mostly reading and editing and planning at this stage. Maybe it will come to fruition in 2018, or something else will. And if not, there's always the other years to come.
I finished reading Cujo, by Stephen King. I didn't remember as much of it was I thought I did. I enjoyed it, as I enjoy most of what he's written, though it's not my favorite. That would be Misery, or Pet Semetary. Right now, the book I have picked up is The Death of Grass, by Samuel Youd, writing as John Christopher. I haven't gotten far into it, although I'm looking forward to seeing more of it. I can't remember if I found it on a recommended science fiction list, or one for horror. Given the subject matter, it seems to fit in both categories.
Editor Bird is biting my ear, so I suppose I should end this. Thank you for reading and be sure to check out my author page at https://www.facebook.com/authoremilyblue/
Until next time.
~Blue
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