St. Alia of the Knife

Because why wouldn't a Bene Geserit Mother dress like this? I ask you.

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I'm not all here today. My office is full of light and I got enough sleep, but I still feel off. Listened to Amanda Palmer's new song and sobbed my eyes out. It hit every single thing in me. Because yes, we *are* bigger on the inside, bigger than anyone can ever see, and I feel like that's where I've been living the last few years.

There's so much more to me that no one sees.

And that's okay.

It's okay.

So I'm feeling raw and feeling hurt. I am not those feelings. I just feel them. A simple but profound shift. *I* am not raw. I just feel raw. And it will pass.

In the meantime, I've been posting a first look at the next Curse & Quanta novel on my Patreon. It's actually keeping me honest and making me work a little bit on the editing every day. It's a good accountability partner.

*offers tea and a soft blanket*

In case you're feeling raw too.