A Silent Stage and Sugar Skulls

Tom Petty
Robert Guillaume
Fats Domino

Three of many bright souls lost to this world just this month. Three entertainment giants slipping into legend.

Whether you like them or not, you can’t deny the fact that these three gents have achieved the status of legend. They defined and redefined their crafts and shared their souls with the rest of us on a regular basis.

Coping with the loss of legendary figures can be as difficult as coping with the those dear ones we were able to hold close in life. Bottom line – honestly – it sucks. A lot. And yet, we must continue.

The show must go on…

(And yes, before you crucify me, I know this world has lost much. In truth, this world is always losing much too much. I’m getting there – just be patient.)

My husband and I were shopping recently and I was ooh-ing and aah-ing over the sugar skull merchandise. I’ve always thought they were cool, but the last several years they’ve become a lot more important to me. I hadn’t really thought much about it until he asked why the intensity of my attraction to them had increased.

Those of you that know me (or have followed my ramblings here through the various incarnations of the website) know that I’ve lost a lot of people important to me: without rehashing everything (and dissolving into blob of uselessness), the increased attraction to sugar skulls coincides very neatly with the loss of several immortal figures in my life that felt like they occurred back-to-back.

Halloween, Samhain, Dia de los Muertos… no matter what’s on your calendar, it’s hard to ignore the fact that this time of year is the time for feeling those connections: for bridging the gap between this world and the next, even for just a moment.

That’s probably a long entry for another blog… you’re not here to get weepy, after all 🙂

Yes, NaNoWriMo is right around the corner.

No, I still don’t have any more of a plan than I did last time I told you about it. I may, in fact, have even less of a plan than I did then: as I was hit with a bolt of inspiration this morning that I might ride into November instead.

So, for the next four days, I will work feverishly to complete commissions for my craft business (oh yeah – did you know about that? Since I have so much free time and all… here’s what my hands do when they’re not typing) and figure out which project will consume November.

Until next time, my friends – hug your loved ones.
It’s much harder after they move on…

Nightmares, Torture, and Hellfire

It’s Friday the 13th, so embrace your inner scream queen, serial killer, or hellspawn – ’tis the season, after all 🙂

The world continues its journey through the apocalyptic opening credits of a dark future horror story. We watch society unravel in six-second clips, threaten, abuse, and then wonder why no one else is bothered by the obvious problem (whatever the hell that is).

But there’s nothing new, there…

Like horror movie marathons at Halloween, my annual exercise in sleep deprivation & self-torture looms on the horizon… that’s right: NaNoWriMo’s right around the corner. 50,000 words in the month of November: that’s only 1,667 a day – unless you look at the number of days I won’t be able to write due to cheer competition, feast preparation, etc.

I’m going back to my NaNo roots – heading into the challenge with only a vague idea and hoping that I can power through to create something enjoyable.

The last few years, NaNoWriMo has defeated me. A combination of factors lead to the disastrous failures of the past few years but many of those factors are (finally!) off the table this year.

The project is tentatively titled Hellbound and will tell a tale of a half-demon woman at the center of a power struggle between good and evil.

I’d give you more, but that’s all I’ve got at this point. Keep watch on the Facebook page once November starts, though – that’s where the cool lines and word count updates will be 🙂

Turning back to something a little less fun…

Here in California, sadly, Hellfire is a very real thing as I write. Some of the state’s most beautiful places are being devoured by fire with no relief in sight. I live in the foothills of Central California. I’m used to dealing with fire: hundreds of acres, dozens of structures, weeks to achieve containment: these are the fires I understand.

The Hellfire that’s sweeping through the northern part of the state, though, is a completely different beast.

There are 22 fires across 265 square miles (686 square kilometers, for those with metric brains) with no relief in sight.

At least 1,500 structures have been lost in Santa Rosa alone.  State Farm has received nearly 1,900 homeowner insurance claims and more than 700 auto insurance claims due to the firestorm. Entire towns have been evacuated. The town of Willits is all but cut off from the outside world.

At least 26 people are dead with hundreds still missing.

The sheer scope of the whole thing is terrifying, even for those of use that are, unfortunately, used to coping with fire.

And there we have it…

A beautifully disjointed collection of thoughts, just dismal enough to be worthy of a minor sociopath with a flair for the dramatic.

Just remember – on Friday the 13th and always – I’m not a psycho obsessed with demons, explosives, rebellion, or the types of damage certain weapons might have on the human body… regardless of what my search history might lead you to believe.

Until next time, friends, be kind. It helps.