You meet a stranger in a dark alley in Paris. The stranger knows your name. Everyone knows you.
Your suffering is only a metaphor for Catholicism, you repeat to yourself through bleeding lips and endless fatigue. This does not help.
You’re punning in Latin. When did you learn Latin?
The sewers of Paris are important. You must learn about sewers. Embrace the sewers. Become one with the sewers. All of life is a sewer.
Turn your gaze heavenwards. (If you are ambitious, literally live in a place called Heaven). Do not look down, no matter what you hear, not even if you are begged.
Sell your teeth. Sell your hair. Do you really need both eyes?
So many horrific stories of abuse start with “he was great until we got married” and that’s honestly so fucking upsetting because it’s relatively normal.
Like so many women are so, so careful before they commit to a man in any way because he could turn out to be a horrible abuser. They find one they think is different, one they think they can trust, and as soon as they’re legally bound to him he turns out to be exactly what they feared he would be.
That’s horrible.
And, I can say from personal experience, it is embarrassing to get divorced almost immediately after being married. No one cares about how long you were together beforehand or what happened, they just think “Oh it only lasted a year, she’s so irresponsible”. On top of it being exceedingly difficult to get help from the police or other legal assistance(especially if you live together, share funds, children, property, etc.), there’s a heavy stigma that comes with it, only isolating abuse victims further.
I’m trying to think of something to say other than “boycott marriage” because I know that’s not realistic, but at the very least, please support divorced women.
By “support divorced women” I mean:
- don’t make us justify why we got divorced and don’t feel entitled to the details of what happened.
- don’t contribute to the stigma around divorced women that says we’re irresponsible, or that something must be wrong with us.
- If a woman close to you is getting divorced, don’t guilt her into apologizing or going back to her husband. If she’s the one filing, don’t make her question why she wants the divorce.
I was introduced to my usual Starbucks’ new management today as “a great author who published a lovely book that she wrote in the shop” and you know? That’s all I needed. That’s gonna fuel me for the rest of the week. my whole heart, guys.
I actually had a character say “Get bent.” When was the last time anyone said that?
Sometimes I felt like we’d spent the last three years doing our best to protect each other from the hurt we could so easily inflict. Hopefully, once I got him back to himself, that could stop. We could just be honest with each other, and if it hurt, we’d take the pain of being together over the pain of being apart.
And then I write the good shit like this in the next chapter. FEELS.
“Chapter Whatever I’ve Completely Lost Track”
It’s 44, actually, but I really had lost track at the time.
His hair stuck out in so many different directions he could have been an anime character.
I totally forgot I wrote this line, and I love it so much.
And I’m done! I didn’t mean to put off reading the final four chapters for a whole week after I got home, but between going back to work, having to do chores again, and then getting sick for a few days, my WIP was just about the last thing on my mind.
Now I have pages of chapter-by-chapter notes about all the issues the first draft has, and some solid ideas about what world-building I still have left to do.
I actually had a character say “Get bent.” When was the last time anyone said that?
Sometimes I felt like we’d spent the last three years doing our best to protect each other from the hurt we could so easily inflict. Hopefully, once I got him back to himself, that could stop. We could just be honest with each other, and if it hurt, we’d take the pain of being together over the pain of being apart.
And then I write the good shit like this in the next chapter. FEELS.
“Chapter Whatever I’ve Completely Lost Track”
It’s 44, actually, but I really had lost track at the time.
His hair stuck out in so many different directions he could have been an anime character.
I totally forgot I wrote this line, and I love it so much.
I actually had a character say “Get bent.” When was the last time anyone said that?
Sometimes I felt like we’d spent the last three years doing our best to protect each other from the hurt we could so easily inflict. Hopefully, once I got him back to himself, that could stop. We could just be honest with each other, and if it hurt, we’d take the pain of being together over the pain of being apart.
And then I write the good shit like this in the next chapter. FEELS.
“Chapter Whatever I’ve Completely Lost Track”
It’s 44, actually, but I really had lost track at the time.
