I want to write more, and more in public. I have all these domain names. Seems like a no-brainer, but it’s taken me a long while to figure out that I should be blogging again. On t’other hand, there are good reasons why even “no-brainer” ideas have been hard for me to come by.
Topics seem likely to include: Disability, pain, knitting, spinning, adaptive technologies, random sociological observations, comments/reviews/pondering about what I’m reading, occasional photographs that aren’t fiber-related, and me typing about what all is in my head. MAH BRANES IZ NOT SO GUD lately, but reaching out to the world is one of the things that helps, and is so hard to do when I feel down. Meep. MAH BONEZ IZ HURTY, too, and I feel helpless a lot of the time. I have some reasons for optimism, but they are hard to hang onto in the abyss.
On the bright side, I’ve been reading John Varley again, and just recommended Octavia Butler to someone else, so neurons are firing in happy-strange ways at least a little of the time. Cirroco Jones in the Gaea trilogy is a great distraction from all that ails me. And I am not so alone as the book-opening vampire in Fledgling, or Lilith in Dawn.
