There's a lot going on. It's all good, but at the moment it's not allowing me much time at the computer.
I'm writing....daily...but write most of my work in longhand, in my notebook, with mental notes to transfer my work to the computer. This is how I write, but it takes time to transition from cursive to times new roman.
It probably seemed like I dropped of the radar when I met someone. I guess this is true, for all the right reasons. I was very lonely when I first came out, and now I'm not. I have someone to talk to, to hold, to love...and my need to unburden to a general population has changed. It's not that I have less to say. It's just that the things I want to say are very different than they used to be. There are facets to my life that bear recording, and repeating. My life and words have value. I'm a lesbian, a mother, a sister, a daughter, an earth-loving witch who has dreams, a full-time job and a lot of other work to do.
I'm not disappearing.
You see, three weeks ago, the girl and I decided that it was time to make the big move. The one I've been resisting. The one where I emotionally put myself on the line and make a firm decision. And once we decided that living together was the natural, right thing to do, everything else fell into place very quickly. She was offered a position in a local college that's almost the same as the one she has now. We've booked the movers. We're in the midst of sorting and packing, and trying to fit the trappings of two mature lives into one space. It's working. It will be as wonderful as it is now. But in the meantime, between now and the middle of June, I am a bit short on time. Parenting comes first, always. But then....
There's my poor, wretched waterlogged garden, yet to be planted. Will it ever stop raining?
The Conservatives won the election. Boo!
I am going to take voice lessons. I need to build my confidence.
We have summer plans...witchcamp in a few weeks, Pride events, a chance for me to attend a writing workshop with Ivan Coyote, a Ferron concert, Michfest, Melissa Etheridge in August.
My birthday. And possibly new ink....
Lots going on. Much to tell you...I'll be back as soon as I can.