Therapy

I've gone back to therapy. My therapist isn't a bad therapist, and understands some internet memes, and gets that I'm pretty much always online, so that's good. She asks intelligent questions and today we delved into high school.

Well, my high school was not fun. We got into the fact that my identity forming years were spent alone, isolated and when I did reach out, it was transactional, and not in my favor, and it had horrific consequences.

So; there are reasons I am the way I am, and that it's understandable that I'm that way, and that there's not a single adult in my life that did not fail me.



SO! That's what I did today.

Writing

I haven't mentioned it in therapy yet, but the therapy is kinda killing my writing groove. I'm still trying, but it's just not there. Not right now. I'm coming to think this is okay, that processing trauma is probably more important right now.

I'm still attempting to edit (going to work on Steampunk when this entry is done) and get my three stories done before October. Then, rewrite one in October, November, December.

I sent out a story, but it got rejected. Once one of my stories is done being edited, I will work on editing that one, and maybe farming it out again. It wasn't a personal rejection which is good. The personal ones are harder for me to take. (I'm odd, I know)

Maybe I'll see about farming out a couple of flash pieces that I've done. They need edited and reworked. But I can probably do that next week, then start seeing about farming them out somewhere. See; I'm starting to get okay with rejections. At least I'm trying.

The next week:

It's a busy week.

Sunday: Writers group
Monday: Doctor appt about MRI/Xrays, library, grocery shopping
Tuesday: Knit at local yarn store
Wednesday: Virtual interview with Providence, for a document manager position.
Friday: Therapy again

Now, keep in mind that's just what is on the schedule now. It's going to change. I know that, and there's nothing I can do to change it.

Hope all of you are well.