This is like, one of those days that I have on uber-rare occasions when I'm in a mood and nothing will soothe it until I get it down somewhere, either on paper or online. Usually I'll paste the bad mood onto paper so that ten years later I can burn it. Can't quite do that online. It'll be here forever until the world falls under the throws of an apocalypse.
I'm sure that some of you are balking at my audacity to suddenly post something here on dA. Well, life on FaceBook has gotten to the point where I can't really post something without the world falling apart. "OHMIGOD, SHE'S IN A MOOD! You can't be in a mood, Tami. Bad girl!"
HEY! I've been off one medication for a full week, another for a full month, maybe more. Until today, I've done pretty effing good. My muse agrees with me. Might be too, that yet again in my life I've reached a point when I've had enough. I don't mind helping people. I was raised with the notion that helping people is a good thing, that the world is crappy enough a place and one should not make it worse. Fine. I don't mind. Yet inevitably, I get into a situation where it goes from helping to becoming a convenience.
Nope. Nope. Not doing that anymore. Nope.
I'm very close to finishing the second rewrite in my novel. I was hoping to have it done by March but if my mood is any indication, it might be seasonal disorder. I have it bad and it's usually winter-to-spring. The anti-depressants help but there's something like a week or so when I am mocked and left to find something else to do until the words come back to me.
I suppose one of those things could be plans to conquer the world. But frankly, I don't think I'd want to rule the world. There's too much to clean up-literally and figuratively. I mean, if I WERE to conquer the world and clean things up, the first order of business would involve a mouthy megalomaniac: Donald Trump. I don't think I'd mind getting my hands dirty if it meant I'd deal with him personally. Good thing I can't.
So plans to conquer the world are scrapped. I can think of better things to do... like drink more coffee
To end this long, boring post, I'll announce that even if I'm a little late in finishing my novel's rewrite, I will start work on DSR chapter 14: Postcards from the Maelstrom. I really want it to be a story of stories, something readers will carry with them for the rest of their lives.
Here's to you, Transfans. Dark Storm Rising Chapter 14: Postcards from the Maelstrom. Coming to an Internet near you.