It was the best of times... it was the worst of times.

This last... two months or so have been a wild ride. I'm still taking care of mom, who is still not leaving her bed. She gets PSWs each day. Our landlord is being a total butt. I had a string of panic attacks in November bc of his nonsense.

On the other hand, I've just finished a little publishing bump. I'm officially a Goodreads author now, which was unexpected! No one tells you how much WAITING you do when you're a writer. So much waiting... I couldn't tell anyone about the projects I was involved in for a long time, and then suddenly they all came out within a week!

My sapphic story inspired by Palestinian folk religion and djinn lore made it into FIYAH's Palestinian issue.

And this came out on Wednesday:



I'm close to my next submission: a gothic story, my first attempt at horror. It's surprisingly difficult to find a market to send it to. It's an odd length, and some open markets don't want some of the themes or images. It's a strange little critter. I want to find a paying market, if I can. I might release it as a fundraiser later, if I can't find a good home for it. My beta readers are really liking it so far.

Oh, yeah. I also applied for the Clarion workshop. I had a kind benefactor pay my application fee, and ...it's a real long shot, I know. I'll have to get respite care for mom if I went- unless they decide to run the workshop remotely.

ALSO, I have a new tarot deck. Comment with a question, or with ? for a general vibe check tarot reading! No charge. I just feel the need to read :D