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Haven't been posting and I keep making resolutions to post over and over again and they work for a few days, a few weeks and then stop.
I miss the heyday of livejournal (kids, get off my lawn, etc) and I know it doesn't come back, that most of the socializing moves onto other platforms, other formats. I've been logging into facebook occasionally, mostly to see pictures of my newest niece (I'm up to seven niblings now) (I do love the niece/nephew + siblings construction).
Memoir class is over, and now I have a handful of medium-smallish piece (1000-1500 words). The class might keep meeting sans professor, I came out to them (as poly) in the piece I wrote for the last class,which I didn't have to read I just got to send them home with, in a piece I wrote about my little brothers and why I'm not telling them. So, I'll see what the reaction is, if it's silence, if the invitation remains extended.
I'm contemplating anonymizing (at least a little bit) the pieces and posting them here, to show them to a different audience, to find out what showing them to a different audience feels like. Delight's told me that my pieces got progressively more conversational as the class progressed, as I became a little less emotionally hermity and I know I shape myself for my audience, like water to a container
I'm working from home today, both with and without the airquotes. I feel worn out, lightly beaten down. I suspect some of this is not going to the gym, but I also am babying my knee-sprain, terrified I'm going to make it worse. So I may have already gone to the gym for the last time in 2016. For now, I snuggle with Delight's dog and watch indulgent hulu, possibly dozing off while doing so. Oh, and write some more holiday cards to strangers from holiday_wishes. And clean. And try to figure out what to do with a lot of farm share carrots. Maybe even grocery shop. Who knows how my ambitions will scale to match the day. For now, soporific animals surround me on a couch.
I miss the heyday of livejournal (kids, get off my lawn, etc) and I know it doesn't come back, that most of the socializing moves onto other platforms, other formats. I've been logging into facebook occasionally, mostly to see pictures of my newest niece (I'm up to seven niblings now) (I do love the niece/nephew + siblings construction).
Memoir class is over, and now I have a handful of medium-smallish piece (1000-1500 words). The class might keep meeting sans professor, I came out to them (as poly) in the piece I wrote for the last class,which I didn't have to read I just got to send them home with, in a piece I wrote about my little brothers and why I'm not telling them. So, I'll see what the reaction is, if it's silence, if the invitation remains extended.
I'm contemplating anonymizing (at least a little bit) the pieces and posting them here, to show them to a different audience, to find out what showing them to a different audience feels like. Delight's told me that my pieces got progressively more conversational as the class progressed, as I became a little less emotionally hermity and I know I shape myself for my audience, like water to a container
I'm working from home today, both with and without the airquotes. I feel worn out, lightly beaten down. I suspect some of this is not going to the gym, but I also am babying my knee-sprain, terrified I'm going to make it worse. So I may have already gone to the gym for the last time in 2016. For now, I snuggle with Delight's dog and watch indulgent hulu, possibly dozing off while doing so. Oh, and write some more holiday cards to strangers from holiday_wishes. And clean. And try to figure out what to do with a lot of farm share carrots. Maybe even grocery shop. Who knows how my ambitions will scale to match the day. For now, soporific animals surround me on a couch.
