Not in any way a surprise, I suppose. After all, up until last month started, I wrote every single day for little to no reason, save to answer questions posed for elementary school children…
You may not know this, interloper, but as much as I want to write a novel for this month, I don’t actually have an ending for it yet. I usually don’t have a solid ending for any of my stories. Why? I don’t like that they have to end. It is a complex, perhaps, from my experiences over the past fifteen years. It is a happier tale when I know that the characters are still alive and well. My novels are all interconnected, so I know my characters will end up dying, or the saga doesn’t continue. But still, it sets a bit of a sad note in my mind to write it out…
Overall, this seems to be an intentional hole I dug for myself. Something to overcome, perhaps. As with most things in my life.
Here, this is my sister’s depiction of what she goes through all the time. Similarly, I also seem to be going through this during National Novel Writing Month… I’ll just leave it here so you all get the idea of just how annoying it is to have the Internet (specifically Reddit) working against me.
Other than the updates, I’m fine otherwise. Still having seizures. Still have weird patches of overactive, flaky skin (which my primary care physician has informed me not to call psoriasis until I see a dermatologist). Still have a boyfriend. Still have no job. Life seems to be wonderful (sarcasm). I do have medical insurance now to actually see a dermatologist and a neurologist, so I have that going for me… I also have constant access to the Internet, despite its setbacks on my goal for this month. It really is rather nice to have.
I can’t shake the feeling, though, that I have a short time left to live. I’ve had this feeling since I was seventeen, but it’s like there’s a dark mist constantly lurking behind me, waiting for the correct moment to swing the scythe. I don’t give into the feelings, but that’s not how life or death works. As you all might understand, I’m not epileptic, or I wouldn’t be mentioning this at all.
I just… I would like to live long enough to get the story about my fantasy world out. I’ll keep wondering if that is possible to ask Death for.
In the meantime, I do have a request for whoever is still visiting my blog.
See this strange girl? I’m calling her Black Friday Girl, for the impetus of Christmas, which is coming all so suddenly. (Oh, the days of my childhood when it used to fall upon us after Thanksgiving are gone now…) I don’t know if anyone else wants to celebrate the sheer strangeness of this materialistic holiday season by buying a shirt with this girl on it, but… well… it does have a far more innocent point to it.
Since I haven’t been able to find a job, and really want to help my family out this winter, I started a campaign on redditmade to try and get some funding for my mom and sister. You see… they are intending on saving energy this winter by holing themselves up in the living room with a space heater. If I had a job, I would have already told them I’d help pay for the electricity bill.
I am overly hopeful that I can reach 100 pledges, but I also know that the Internet works in mysterious ways, namely, I can’t be the only one that tells everyone about this shirt. SO… if you would be so wonderful as to spread this campaign around, that would be more than enough effort. If you want to buy one too, that would obviously help out as well.
Your prerogative. Here’s the link to it (forgot to put it in the first time): https://redditmade.com/campaign/sisters-artwork-campaign
Alright. Other than all that, I need to go write productive things now… but… stay weird, everyone.