Remember a time when you were a seal? Something slippery and mythical always signifies a dangerous woman. Or perhaps we are simply lost, looking for Iceland or Atlantis or those places on maps that are plagued with sea monsters. Tell me a story about when I was born. Tell me I am secret royalty, the lost princess with a power for telepathy and a scepter that holds multiple futures in its glass finial, the prophesies of rubies and magic and a storm of frogs and stones. Where is the happily-ever-after hidden? Will we find it buried under long dead oaks or boulders embedded with swords and snakes? I am the heroine of this story but I am also the villainess.
How does time pass so quickly? Summer is just rolling by...
Prednisone taper was a complete fail. Within two weeks I could not stand to put weight on my leg and had broken out in a wicked rash. So, I am stuck on steroids, for now. Drag. More medication changes ahead! Still working out some details, but I am hopeful that we will find a treatment that works without destroying my bones in the process.
I just finished reading All The Birds in the Sky by Charlie Jane Anders, which I really enjoyed, because there are witches and talking animals and an Artificial Intelligence, so hell yeah.
I also re-read The Alienist because I have been in the mood to revisit things an I am now kind of obsessed with the time period because I just re-watched all three seasons of Penny Dreadful, which is so unbelievably good.
Also: my house is overrun with centipedes. I'm certain this is a troubling omen.
Susan Slaviero lives on the cusp of a hellmouth, where she vanquishes evil with poetry and cupcakes. She hopes to someday land a job as either a dog whisperer or a telephone psychic. In the meantime, she writes. She has a fondness for esoterica.