The Stars and the Cookie Jar

My cat had a nightmare and thought I was Van Gogh.

Last night she came into my room and bit on my ear and ripped at it with her front claws, and so consequently there's a half-inch gash separating my ear from my head. Ow Jesus ow. Going to get that looked at.

Well, at least now I can say I took up wearing the tichel again cos of that. (A tichel draped properly covers the top of one's ears.)

I'm wearing my contact lenses, because my glasses cannot sit on that ear. I should say, I hate my contact lenses. It takes me fifteen minutes to get them in, and then they start to move (I have heavy astigmatism) and it drives me crazy. They hurt. I mean, the company paid for them, because you can't light eyeglasses in press kit photos, so whatever, but ew. My eyes burn.

Am I not whiney?



blood, yay blood, also
flesh. i am all bacchanal.
rip! tear! kill! um. whoops.

So my girl is learning Yiddish, and I've taken up wearing a tichel again. Don't worry, the invasion of Flatbush is not forthcoming. Though a bunch of queers living happily in Flatbush Avenue, frumhayt, would make my...

life.

I think this is haskalah, really, this. I've never felt more like dancing in my life. As long as I'm dancing with her. I'm a big, ungainly person, and I have trouble keeping my feet on land. But if she was holding the other corner of the handkerchief? I think I could be graceful, if only for a minute or two, or a fraylakh or two, or for ever.

I'm about to sequester for a few days and finish this draft of Seal Wife. I'm able to say a bit more about it now.

Told in the style of an oral narrative -- a story for telling -- The Seal Wife is about how choices and chance shape a life. The Seal Wife lives in her own strange, rich, narrow world, proscribed by the choices she makes, driven to growth and change by the people who cross her threshold and sit by her hearth. She has to learn what she's longing for before she can go and find it; and no one's going to bring it to her.

The story's been in my head for a while; it's all in my head now, and I want to see if I can get it out.


copperbadge has proven indispensable, with musing and music, and yuki_onna kept my arms warm at work, and la_rainette has lent grace and courage and balance, and darthrami wove the pelt. But Sonya was first; she sang it first; she tells it still. Thank you.

Finished 'The Weaver'. 2102 wds rough. Now to work on 'The Storyteller'.