The Enchanter's Theorem

And the end of the series. I've been working on it for so long, it feels strange to finally be clearing this project out and sending it out into the world. I've still got an insane backlog, but this is one less.

It’s a strange feeling. Good. But strange.

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Well, woke up feeling angry this morning and ruminating about a person I didn’t need to be renting brain space too, which is just ridiculous, because who fucking cares? It’s a situation where the person in question is so fucked up, nothing I could do or say will ever punish them as much as their own actions.

So why am I fucking renting them space in my brain?

How does this pay my fucking rent?

Didn’t know what was going on with my brain chem this morning, but it was not productive or helpful or healing. Leave people to their own hell as Pinhead would say. I’ve got my own.

So.

I woke up angry.

What the hell?

And out of nowhere, an old friend asked me what it would take for me to shoot my own deck of Tarot cards.

Oooookay.

I hear you, Goddess. I don’t know what is going on, but I hear you.

I get it. Will keep breathing.

And apparently start taking notes for a tarot deck and a series of seven highly inflammatory nude Sins.

When in doubt, make moar fucking art.

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And this is what we call gigantic sparkler for the win, with the wire digitally removed. I love how it came out.

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And Christmas is officially over.

My back is hurting. I don’t know what I did, other than run, which is probably all I needed to do. Either way. Ow.

Writing brain appears to be growing even more too. I’m writing in tiny, half page pushes, but it’s coming easier than it was. I am not all here though.

I’m finding it hard to not go against my nothing new rule for the year. I keep looking at yarn and knitting needles. I don’t need yarn and I don’t need another project, but suddenly I desperately want to knit for no damn reason that I can think of. It’s pretty cracked out. That being said, I do have skeins of yarn that I need to get out of my damn life. So I’ll do stitch squares and watch YouTube videos for fun, but this is not something that I’m starting for shit. I have other work to do.

Training appointment today. Not looking forward to it, but whatever. I’ll feel better afterwards.

I am in a weird fucking headspace and I do not even know what it is. I feel…antsy? Unsettled? Very strange. I slept okay too. It’s not like I had a bad night. The Ant had a sleepless night too. Must be something in the air.

Bizarre.

My plan is to dance today. Belly dance drills and some freestyle movement.

In a perfect world, I’d be getting on a plane for Santorini or Tuscany today.

I guess that’s all I’ve got.

How’s your world?

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Yeah, the Page seems dubious about Oberon’s offering…

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This week is slammed with things from gills to tail and I am making an effort to not get overwhelmed and that means, of all things, slowing down.

It’s a hard thing for me. Slowing down. But it’s slow down and breathe or watch my neurochem tank. It’s literally an act of self-preservation, an effort to continue my survival. I don’t like that it’s that severe, but it is.

I’m still not used to it.

In the meantime, I wrote a paragraph on the novel and am listening to music to help keep the brain balanced.

“Small moves, Ellie.”

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The Mad Model in all her glory.

There’s a whole story in her eyes in this one…

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I am not immune to the news.

BUT.

I have had enough of one particular thing I keep seeing pop up over and over in my feeds. The idea that there is nothing we can do, we just need to fucking give up, civilization is over…

And *I’m* the one whose got clinical depression and says fuck that noise.

I didn’t come here to give up. If you’re not making your corner of the world a better place, you’re doing has been worthless. Call it Hunt’s Corollary to Schrodinger’s Law.

As Jenny Sparks said: Screw you. I want a better world.

So if you are one of those cowards saying that it’s too late, steer clear of me. This is your first and last heads up that the safeties are off. If you’re not actively doing something to help make the world a better place, you are part of the problem. And I have no patience or tolerance for you now.

Caveat emptor.