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2025 In the Rearview Mirror
Jan. 1st, 2026 10:45 amSo… 2025.
I got a lot of writing done; I wrote a 30 day challenge last January, which is a bit unusual in a month that doesn't have 30 days. I turned out a decent amount of short stories during the rest of winter and throughout spring and the start of Summer; then July happened and things came together so I could finish five stories I'd had in process for a few years and also write something new. I've been a bit scant since then, but this has been a rough holiday season
I'm down to four novels in need of editing, one of which we're pretty deep into – this one has a lot of modern occult stuff in it, but when it comes to genre I don't color within the lines, so there's some definite polygenreism to most of what I write. Most covers are done too.
A friend has resurfaced and is working on my website (the first one – there are two more) so I hope that gets updated soon. My editor and I could use some help in setting up the book covers – I knew how to do all of that some time ago, you know, choosing backgrounds or background colors for a page, inserting graphics in text boxes and making the box frame invisible, and so on. I also could use a bit of direction on making sure the fonts I use are what the reader sees.
One of the graphics I need is stymieing me – I need a periodic table element block with the symbol the letter R, using the appropriate color to denote it's a gas at room temperature, with an atomic number of a reversed and inverted question mark, something important inn the box having a value of infinity plus or minus one, and the rest of the other things in a typical block told to me so I can populate the rest of it, or at least describe how to populate it. This is going to be the background wallpaper for www.random-element.com.
I didn't get my web 2.0 account shut down at midnight last night, because the idiots who were illegally setting off fireworks and stressing the liver and spleen out of Dixie made it hard to concentrate. I've got everything downloaded from it now, and I've given the order to delete that account; so the run from 02-01-2005 to last night is a closed chapter. My next windmill is to get LJ to delete my account, something they have been reluctant to do in the past.
I didn't much care for the hospital trip this year, it was my first time to be quarantined and it sucked the momentum out of my writing; I'm not getting inspired to delve into anything right now, which probably has a lot to do with the next thing.
I get that people move away, either to other places to live or other places to be dead. That's something my rational mind can understand, and I accept that. My heart has other feelings about this matter, and I'm far more isolated than I remember feeling in the past. Part of this is the holiday season, because for the most part it's one day after another and I know other people are having parties and family gatherings and stuff, but that isn't my reality. I heard from my sister-in-law (I'm keeping her in the family category, though I kicked her husband out long before he passed because he was a narcissistic untrustworthy grifter) and she asked me what my brother and I did for the holiday. Nothing, of course – my brother doesn't do holidays because he thinks they're a waste of energy. So it's been a way lonely time, and there's not much I can do about it because other people have made decisions that didn't include me in their concerns.
And then there's April 8th looming, getting closer. It'll be fifteen years then, and I don't know what level of aloneness and invalidation is reasonable for someone to be expected to take; I think a big part of my problem with this is that my memory's too good – I remember being a priority in someone else's life, and them being a priority in theirs too, and with my disability I can't be the independent internally strong person I was before my disability set in to stay.
I've been doing things to try to keep my spirits up, watching and listening to things I love, reading interesting books and magazines, inspiring things I've written or created, and so on, but it hasn't been as effective this holiday season. That's why it's good that's in the rear view mirror now.
My big challenge is to pound into my roommate's thick skull that I'm not a lending bank and this rental doesn't come with a five year payment plan for financial responsibilities. I swore I wouldn't carry debt for another roommate, and here I am. At some point I'm going to get frustrated and wipe what is owed to me from her and call it a bad financial decision, but that'll also include me deleting her phone number and email address from my devices and her move-out. That's a troublesome thing, though, because me living alone isn't the best idea. Still, if it's what I have to do, so be it. I've got a debt level in mind that'll trigger that set of events; it's not far off.
And of course, I'm not made of titanium – I have weak points, and if those get hit enough I'll toss my hands in the air and say, "Okay, world, you win, I'll get off your lawn."
I got a lot of writing done; I wrote a 30 day challenge last January, which is a bit unusual in a month that doesn't have 30 days. I turned out a decent amount of short stories during the rest of winter and throughout spring and the start of Summer; then July happened and things came together so I could finish five stories I'd had in process for a few years and also write something new. I've been a bit scant since then, but this has been a rough holiday season
I'm down to four novels in need of editing, one of which we're pretty deep into – this one has a lot of modern occult stuff in it, but when it comes to genre I don't color within the lines, so there's some definite polygenreism to most of what I write. Most covers are done too.
A friend has resurfaced and is working on my website (the first one – there are two more) so I hope that gets updated soon. My editor and I could use some help in setting up the book covers – I knew how to do all of that some time ago, you know, choosing backgrounds or background colors for a page, inserting graphics in text boxes and making the box frame invisible, and so on. I also could use a bit of direction on making sure the fonts I use are what the reader sees.
One of the graphics I need is stymieing me – I need a periodic table element block with the symbol the letter R, using the appropriate color to denote it's a gas at room temperature, with an atomic number of a reversed and inverted question mark, something important inn the box having a value of infinity plus or minus one, and the rest of the other things in a typical block told to me so I can populate the rest of it, or at least describe how to populate it. This is going to be the background wallpaper for www.random-element.com.
I didn't get my web 2.0 account shut down at midnight last night, because the idiots who were illegally setting off fireworks and stressing the liver and spleen out of Dixie made it hard to concentrate. I've got everything downloaded from it now, and I've given the order to delete that account; so the run from 02-01-2005 to last night is a closed chapter. My next windmill is to get LJ to delete my account, something they have been reluctant to do in the past.
I didn't much care for the hospital trip this year, it was my first time to be quarantined and it sucked the momentum out of my writing; I'm not getting inspired to delve into anything right now, which probably has a lot to do with the next thing.
I get that people move away, either to other places to live or other places to be dead. That's something my rational mind can understand, and I accept that. My heart has other feelings about this matter, and I'm far more isolated than I remember feeling in the past. Part of this is the holiday season, because for the most part it's one day after another and I know other people are having parties and family gatherings and stuff, but that isn't my reality. I heard from my sister-in-law (I'm keeping her in the family category, though I kicked her husband out long before he passed because he was a narcissistic untrustworthy grifter) and she asked me what my brother and I did for the holiday. Nothing, of course – my brother doesn't do holidays because he thinks they're a waste of energy. So it's been a way lonely time, and there's not much I can do about it because other people have made decisions that didn't include me in their concerns.
And then there's April 8th looming, getting closer. It'll be fifteen years then, and I don't know what level of aloneness and invalidation is reasonable for someone to be expected to take; I think a big part of my problem with this is that my memory's too good – I remember being a priority in someone else's life, and them being a priority in theirs too, and with my disability I can't be the independent internally strong person I was before my disability set in to stay.
I've been doing things to try to keep my spirits up, watching and listening to things I love, reading interesting books and magazines, inspiring things I've written or created, and so on, but it hasn't been as effective this holiday season. That's why it's good that's in the rear view mirror now.
My big challenge is to pound into my roommate's thick skull that I'm not a lending bank and this rental doesn't come with a five year payment plan for financial responsibilities. I swore I wouldn't carry debt for another roommate, and here I am. At some point I'm going to get frustrated and wipe what is owed to me from her and call it a bad financial decision, but that'll also include me deleting her phone number and email address from my devices and her move-out. That's a troublesome thing, though, because me living alone isn't the best idea. Still, if it's what I have to do, so be it. I've got a debt level in mind that'll trigger that set of events; it's not far off.
And of course, I'm not made of titanium – I have weak points, and if those get hit enough I'll toss my hands in the air and say, "Okay, world, you win, I'll get off your lawn."
