Magick205

When most people hear that phrase, especially those in a relationship, ILY ( I love you ) comes to mind. And blessings upon them. But my luck has been nothing if not consistent. I'll not go over everything that I and my family have had to deal with since last November except to say thank you all for your concerns and care. It has meant a lot to me. My niece and nephew in Florida are fine...and part of a generation that has finally said enough....and is doing something about it.

They are changing the world, Lady, bless them.

And they will.

But, me...I got a reminder that this place is but passing. 

Two weeks ago, back during the warm snap we had here in Kansas, I went for a walk to the store. Just a little shopping. Nothing serious. Figured I save a little gas.

I cleared the top of this hill that stood between our apartment complex and the store.....

And I found myself down at the bottom, facedown on the ground. I remember a chill and a narrowing of vision and that's it. So the doctor says those three little words:

Transient Ischemic Attack (TIA)

Kind of a baby stroke. Just enough to put me on my ass in a field after a bit of exertion ( after far too long being inactive over the winter ). Not a very pleasant way to be reminded that you're not going to be here forever and that if I have to get anything done....now would be a very good time to do it.

So I've been working my ass off getting a previous work completed. And it's done at last. Twenty-five chapters that were the basis of everything I've written so far and a homage to the writer who inspired me to get creative in the first place. Everything that I've done is an outgrowth of that. It's still not perfect, being kinda Mary Sue-ish and all, but it's certainly the most heartfelt thing I've ever written - even more than "Debts".

So while I strive to get myself back together and finish Cheryl's walk through our world in search of wisdom (good luck there, hon!), I thank you all for the patience that you've shown. This is a great community of artists and I'm glad to be part of it. 

So, as I roll up my figurative sleeves once more, I wish a belated Blessed Ostara and Happy Easter to you all!

 

 

I had planned to get back to writing. Scenes planned out and woven so I could finally wrap up the Tale of Our Weaver.

But I can't right now. It's been a shit couple of months. Massive turn-over and workload keeps me pulling nearly 12-15 hrs a day. My daughter got her car totaled in a hit-and-run. She's OK, but minus transportation.

And today...when I finally think I can see light at the end of the tunnel...

17 dead kids in Parkland FL.





My niece and nephew go to that school.


I don't know if they're ok or not.

Fuck this country and its gun fetish. Fuck the enablers and deniers.

Fuck the GOP and the "religious" scum who exploit fear and racism to feed their hunger for power. 

Just be OK Mikey and Katie

Just be OK.

Just when things start getting better....reality freaks out and screams "SCREW YOU!" right in your face, spittle flying and everything. It's bad enough that I'm stuck having to do LEAN transformation at work on top of my normal job requirements. I managed to get some good overtime out of it after all. Made for some nice Christmas shopping for the family. 

Nope.

My wife went home to visit her parents in St, Louis this last Thanksgiving. But there was hitch. She got a bit freaked out because she thought her car was handling funny. It wasn't, but to cut to the chase, she took my Corolla to go visit the 'rents and I was stuck with her Del Sol. It's cute LITTLE car, and definitely not my style, but I drove it and tested it out and gave it a clean bill of health except for the known mechanical and body things that need work. No biggie.

Until.....drumroll please....


The wife comes home this Monday AM. And the car dies 90 miles down the road from home. Probable electrical failure. Maybe distributor. Maybe something else. Dunno. Either way, I'm seriously boned. I planned to get a new car after making it past 300k, but now...I have no transportation of my own.

So what does that mean here?

Until I can get my life a little less...intense...Labyrinth is on hold. I'm still writing scenes as I did when I did Debts, but it's going to take that much longer to get them all added and posted into the existing storyline.

But once again, after more than a year in this fandom...and since the Path of Roses and Thorns was written, I'm still finding readers who are both horrified and moved by the story. And so to them, and all who have walked with me so far, and those who may join us yet....this is not over. 

Just one more thorn to pluck from my path.

It's been well over a year now and I'm still writing. And most amazingly, great folks out there are still reading these words and taking pleasure in them. 

I'm amazed.


No.


I'm flabbergasted.


And most of all I'm thankful that all you great guys and gals are still out there and walking these twisty paths that lead through all these wonderful and horrible versions of the Zootopia Universe. While House of Mouse may not be putting as much behind this wonderful work as some others (including that which involves sisters AND WILL NOT BE MENTIONED HERE!) we the fans are still so very enthusiastic about the characters and ideas that Zootopia represented. 

So I stand here honored and amazed. I am blessed to have met you all and entertained as many as I have. In all humility I can only say one thing:

Thank you all.

Merry Meet, Merry Part, and Merry Meet Again.

Did I say doom? A little. The wife's 'rents are on their way out here to Olathe KS to say "Hi" for a couple days. So now I have to figure out how to entertain them while they are here. It's Kansas for crap's sake.
Not exactly MANHATTAN. Hell, even Manhattan Kansas has better nightlife than Olathe! I figure we'll just cruise some of the galleries in downtown KCMO ( The Nelson-Atkins and maybe the Nerman Contemporary for funsies as well. ). There is the WWI museum downtown as well. So maybe that is something worth checking out. But for the record, I went to Verdun when I was stationed in Germany. Yeah, all those graves and bones...not fun. If I get a chance, I'll cook my ass off with some amazing scampi and call it good. But yeah, my weekend is doomed. Done. Gone.

Here. Have another goddamn bunny.