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SALES AND ACCEPTANCES - NOT THE SAME THING
Sep. 7th, 2020 01:59 pmWriting
Sold a couple of poems:
"Swim Test" to Star*Line, for either the January or April 2021 issue
"...And on the Seventh Day" (reprint) to Spaceports & Spidersilk, for the October 2020 issue
Local peeps have probably already heard that Tucson Comic-Con and TusCon were cancelled - I don't think I even bothered listing them as appearances for the year, since it was a pretty sure thing we wouldn't be going even if they didn't cancel. Right now, the only thing on the list is (tentatively) TFoB in March 2021. Hopefully that will still be a go, virus willing.
Everything Else
So, As You Know, Bob, I have permanent nerve damage in my hands/wrists/arms due to my car accident. I can't drive, can only type for short bursts (which I pay for later in pain dollars), and wound up losing my job because those two things made up the majority of my job description. I will probably wind up on SSDI.
Yet it is still hard for me to consider myself "disabled." The disabled community calls this "internalized ableism." I don't know if it's my pride, or that I just haven't reached that place of what my therapist calls "radical acceptance," or what, but it's a label sticker I'm having a hard time affixing to myself. I've been trying to put it in my bios when I send stuff out, to try and acclimate myself to the term. It's part of who I am now, and I need to get used to that fact. Probably the sooner, the better (for my mental health, if nothing else).
Anyway, that's it for now.
Happy Labor Day!
Sold a couple of poems:
Local peeps have probably already heard that Tucson Comic-Con and TusCon were cancelled - I don't think I even bothered listing them as appearances for the year, since it was a pretty sure thing we wouldn't be going even if they didn't cancel. Right now, the only thing on the list is (tentatively) TFoB in March 2021. Hopefully that will still be a go, virus willing.
Everything Else
So, As You Know, Bob, I have permanent nerve damage in my hands/wrists/arms due to my car accident. I can't drive, can only type for short bursts (which I pay for later in pain dollars), and wound up losing my job because those two things made up the majority of my job description. I will probably wind up on SSDI.
Yet it is still hard for me to consider myself "disabled." The disabled community calls this "internalized ableism." I don't know if it's my pride, or that I just haven't reached that place of what my therapist calls "radical acceptance," or what, but it's a label sticker I'm having a hard time affixing to myself. I've been trying to put it in my bios when I send stuff out, to try and acclimate myself to the term. It's part of who I am now, and I need to get used to that fact. Probably the sooner, the better (for my mental health, if nothing else).
Anyway, that's it for now.
Happy Labor Day!
