There are things that I don’t handle well:
3. Work-related anxieties
Turns out the death of a writer friend tops the not-handling-well list of all time. I have had horrible dreams since he left. Dreams of other friends-who-are-writers dying. I’ve waited to post about the death of Fred, a dedicated science fiction writer and friend, because I haven’t known what to say other than “That fucking sucks and is really, really unfair”–which isn’t very useful for anything.
But then Deb said something about not looking at it by what he did not accomplish, but we should look at it like Fred was writing right up until the end. Then I remembered Fred’s sister saying something about ‘filing cabinets full of stuff’.
Filing Cabinets Full of Stuff.
That’s my new plan.
I’m pretty computer-friendly, so I’m guessing that my filing cabinets will be more along the lines of Jump Drives Full of Stuff. Which is less impressive in the taking-up-mass department, but still fun and productive nonetheless.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.