I Am So Jealous

Today is another entry in the Wraiths for Writing Conference. And, bam! There’s a plot!

I was enjoying it just being weird and lovely and creepy. And now there’s a plot.

This is one of my favorite things. Honestly.

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Two Weeks

Last night my parents finally called me, after I hadn’t talked to them in two weeks. If you have any doubts about who is their favorite, note who doesn’t get called once the Butcher has left. I tease. They did say they were calling in part because I was the only one of their children who never asked for money.

I laughed and said, “Not yet! Let’s not get too cocky here.”

My Uncle B is having heart surgery on Monday. My dad’s all “He’s lost 101 pounds.” And now I wonder if he lost the weight in order to have the surgery. Anyway, my parents are going up there to be there to make sure everything is okay, which I guess means they’re done having whatever weirdass fight they were having.

But, you know, I get it. One of the things I’ve been most surprised about is how wonderfully boring my life is these days. I like it, but I could see how, if you’re used to constant drama, it might feel weird to not fill your life.

I don’t really want drama. I want good fortune in both senses to fill my life. Lord.

One Month Down

It was both harder than I thought and easier. I still have no idea how I’m going to do this, but I’m feeling mostly dizzy about it instead of sick to my stomach.