So, here was are, 2026. 2025 kicked us in the non-existent nuts(adapted from my sister yelling, "suck my non-existent dick!" when she got pissed off--in our late teens, early twenties, we thought it was pretty hysterical.) But yeah, nuts. We lost a wonderful, wonderful person, a fabulous writer and the kindest person you'd ever want to know. Carole,
firesign10, died in December--unexpected and totally devastating. She wrote a ton of amazing fic, published terrific work under Ellis Colton (check Amazon), and she was an absolute wizard of SPN lore. We really lost a lot when we lost her. And I lost a person that I could text or DM and talk shit when I felt like it. She always let me drag Danneel's taste in clothing and I appreciated that.
So, yeah, 2026 and I'm discovering that aging really kicks you in...the ass. And other body parts. I've had some minor but painful things to take care of. My mind says, "hey cutie, you're just in your late 30s," but my body says, "Bitch, you old as shit." And I'm racing to finish fic before my brain loses it's get up and go--I can tell the difference in writing back in the day and writing now. Doesn't matter, I'm trying my hand at the BB one last time. And I'm going to talk about it here because really, who's listening? I mean, except for you,
gingersnap1224. 😆
So, I'll be whining and complaining and possibly spoiling my fic which I know we're not supposed to do, but really? I think those days are gone. And it'll be a damn miracle if I finish. And speaking of finish, 1, maybe 2 chapters before we finally reach the end of Small Dark Place--woooot!