Tonight’s meeting was about page 92 (approaching an alcoholic who’s on the fence about their alcoholism). I chose to listen. Great shares, some funny, some very sad. All were earnest reminders that those of us who are alcoholics are blessed to share rooms like the ones we meet in. 🙏
I didn’t do much, today. I ran to the market to get some replenishments for my “no fridge, hot water only” nutrition experiment. So far, so good, especially now that I’ve worked out easier ways to get fiber that don’t require constant cooling. I’ve reinstated a daily prenatal multivitamin with DHA just in case I’m missing something. It’s been mostly tuna sandwiches and fruit/grain breakfast bars up to this point, so I look forward to an actual grocery trip when I get paid this week.
I added significantly more to my short story, and am about 75% completed with the final draft. Most of the final reads well as a finished product, but every time I read it, I find oddities here and there that I tweak a bit. I also changed the ending to a sort of shocking cliffhanger, because I’m dead-set on continuing this as a series of shorts.
This project has become very near and dear to my heart, as a result of a violent and tragic ending for two non-human individuals with whom I spent significant time at the shelter, who inspired the story in the first place. It’s a bit mind-blowing how all that came about, and my brain went straight into writing mode to try to make sense of the audacity; hence, the cliffhanger.
Unrelated, Sam was interviewed by my friendos at Two Girls One Ship about romance in games, Karlach’s accent, parasocialism, and It Takes A Village. Excellent interview, and the spoilers didn’t reveal anything I don’t already know – and I still don’t know much, as I’m still at the Creche in Act 2.
Parasocialism kinda freaks me out. I worry so much that my enthusiasm could be mistaken as such behavior. I think the fact that I don’t expect anything in return probably kills the chances of it being seen as such, though I do admit it makes my heart smile when people I am fond of like a post or comment or dm/call to check on me.
People think they deserve things from high-profile people, when the truth is they’re doing a job. I think it’s neat when I run into a client in the wild, but we say hi and check in, maybe visit for a bit, and move on. It’s mutual. And that’s not the same thing when a person is doing a job that doesn’t involve direct interaction with them as people. If a person’s work involves them performing as someone else, then fans know someone else, not the performer. It’s the same with athletes. They are performing a task for both fun and entertainment purposes (sports is still entertainment, no matter how competitive it gets). People need to remember that.
Oh shit, where did this soapbox come from?
Anyway, as far as my interactions go, if I like you, you’ll know it. If I really like you, you’ll very much so know it. If I love you, I wouldn’t know it (I still avoid that emotion). If I dislike you, I’m indifferent and don’t interact at all. If you’re famous, cool, if you’re not, cool, if you are jobless, can I help you with your resume? If you’re homeless, lemme help you look up numbers to get you a bed for the night. What I care about is what’s in the heart.
Sry for the mini-rants. I’m in a writing mood.
Stay fresh everyone! ☀️🙌💛🪄💫