Early to bed.
I'm going to get back to recording the audiobook for Children of Doro, starting pre-dawn tomorrow.
I lost a lot of love for SF last year, and the state of the industry still leaves me feeling pretty ridiculous for ever caring as much as I once did about any of those life goals.
But the whole world's filled with shattered paradigms and lost hope and meaning, so...
We're going to try to rekindle joy in the work that once meant so much... one chapter at a time. π€
Night, beauties.
π« I know many people who feel the clock ticking and despair, but not all are as skilled as you at putting to words the shape of this grief and disappointment.
It is a meaningful thing, this mourning you're doing.
None of us know what will come out of your grief-work, but it's an important part of your own, great "I AM".
We don't control who "makes it" in this world.
But I'm thankful every time you affirm that you were *there*, and you *tried*.
It matters that you did. π«
@MLClark thank you. It's a process for sure.
Meanwhile, a little Morab gelding thinks I'm a wonderful human being and would happily lick me to pieces. And an old mare sees me as her safe place and protector.
That might be my highest accomplishment--along with earning a buckle with the old mare in ranch horse division, when she was younger.