Casual thoughts, photos, and the odd video
I was invisible and voiceless.
Now I write for the invisible and voiceless.
Because being seen feels like taking a deep sigh and relaxing your shoulders after holding your breath for too long.
Anyone else still writing letters and mailing them?
Am I one of the last ones standing? 😭
I once adopted a baby cockatiel named Kyoko. She was quiet and gentle, content to snuggle at my boob.
One morning only a few days after we brought her home, I found her lying on the bottom of her cage.
I rushed her to the vet, where she died. It was too late.
The vet noted the broken feathers on her tail. He said this was an indication she’d been bullied by the other birds wherever she was before she came to us.
He said cockatiels are highly sensitive, so she was most likely already weak by the time we got her.
In not so many words, the vet said Kyoko died from rejection and cruelty.
Though it may not happen as quickly or directly for humans, we do, too.
If you invite me to something that begins after 6pm, 99% of the time, I will decline.
I’m an old lady at heart who can’t function after suppertime.
Happy Easter Sunday Stack. My current reads:
To Kill a Mockingbird
How to Read a Book (still not done)
Plus a handmade bookmark my son made for me “because you love reading so much, Mama.” 😭
Ever since my 7-year-old found out I was an author, he’s been telling everyone about it.
When I picked him up from tutoring, his teacher said, “He said you write books. He’s so proud!”
There’s nothing quite like your children cheering you on in your dream career.
Ai Jiang said she sent about 1500 submissions when she first started, and received almost as many rejections.
Today, she’s a Bram Stoker, Nebula, and Locus, Hugo-nominated award-winning author.
Never give up.
Even though I didn’t want to for so much of my life…
I’m glad I stayed alive for this.