catherineldf | So this is 2010... (Reply)

Woke up with a migraine for no good reason that I can see. The weather is clear, I got sleep, we toasted the new year with sparkling orange and pear juice. Sigh. I hate this :-(((

At any rate, for more cheerful topics, seeing as the pain part is beginning to clear up, to be replaced with the spacey, disconnected segment of our programming. We had a few friends over last night to ring in the year, which was very, very fun. The cats have decided that they love it when we have company and where are the humans today? What do you mean no one's coming over? Though they are completely crashed out right now, presumably worn out from the enthusiastic attentions of our house guests. It's very nice to have cats who like people as well as each other.

I was looking at my decade post from yesterday and remembering some of the things I left out:
The good:

The thrill of getting taken seriously as a writer, both internally and externally. I've been getting a lot of props and encouragement, for which I am deeply appreciative.
Having a stable home and relationship life. I've never been in the same home or same relationship for 10 whole years in a row before. This is pretty damned amazing.

The bad:

Watching the plane hit the first tower on 9/11/2001 on the TV in my day job breakroom and calling my mom in time to stop her from going into Manhattan for work. I'm originally from Brooklyn and can remember when the Twin Towers were being constructed. We used to go there on school trips. I can't really do justice to what it was like seeing it happen. I was in NYC a month later, after my mom broke her arm, and it was like being in another country. I don't think I'll ever forget seeing the destruction at the Cortland Street subway station or the guards with submachine guns on the trains and the streets. No matter how long I've been away, that's my city, damn it. How dare they? I can look at some aspects of the events with a degree of objectivity, but otherwise, I find that I still have a deeply primal reaction of pure rage and grief.
Mom broke her arm shortly after 9/11, then broke her hip a few years later. She's doing reasonably well at the moment, but a lot of my time and energy is taken up with trying to figure out how to fix things - how to support her, how to get her to move out here, what to do if she takes me up on it.

That said, we have baby steps toward a good start to the year. I remembered to back up my LJ entries for last year this morning and have started working on my marriage blog post for Beyond Romance. I think we may try and get to see Whip It tonight at the Riverview and we'll be going to the Minnesota Roller Girls bout tomorrow night with snurri, thereby making an entire weekend of roller derby. And hopefully, some writing. I'm trying to get a story done to submit for Best Lesbian Romance and another one for Ladies of Tradetown. I'm also behind on my projected word count for Silver Moon, so I'd best get to work.