“When she was strong enough, she went out one early morning and buried the wedding-dress decently under the apple-tree. Her breast felt hollow, as if it were her heart she had buried; but she could move and speak, still.” – Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop
It’s truly been a lifetime since I’ve written anything longer than three sentences. There’s one. Two. And now we’re done.
I know I’ve been hell to get ahold of, hell to try and talk to; so…
Let’s catch up:
- I now work as tech support for a cell-phone carrier. I spend all day, every day on the phone, fixing technology and idiocy.
- My work schedule has changed three times. From early morning to swing-shift. I’m not transitioning well.
- I found a special someone. Very special. Like, every waking thought, special.
So to say that I’ve been a little out of it isn’t quite fair; I’ve been entirely out of it. Out of the gym. Out of writing. Out of acting. Out of music.
Life does that to you.
Does that to me. A lot.
But it’s not about how you got to where you are that matters – it’s where you go from here.