Because we can't just leave Cerea hanging, can we? In fact, after this chapter, there's no way to leave her in one place any more...
7400 words close out the month, and the one-year anniversary on Triptych passes quietly because... because things have been too chaotic to try and launch anything. Right now, all I can say is that there's going to be a blog tomorrow. This was the last day of No-Sanity November, and that means I can finally make some attempt to describe everything which went wrong. Because I took her to see doctors, and then there was a hospital, and...
...I've joked about trying not to tell people the bad things. And part of that comes from a simple fact: life doesn't exist in chapters. There was no natural stopping point to the latest crash. I would pick the most recent detail, decide I could talk about everything up to that point -- and then something else would happen. I'll probably take a fresh punch tomorrow. But if I look at it as 'November' -- then I have a false beginning, middle, and end.
It wasn't a good month.
I wrote in hospitals.
Because it was the only way I could write at all.
Blog to come.
Andrew Pam
2019-12-01 04:24:36 +0000 UTC