As I start diving into the meat of Yellow, the finale to my trilogy on Depression, it's an emotional experience. Not only did this whole thing start as a short drabble about a sad kid staring at the sky, but as Conner's grown, so have I.
And it's weird to grow up at the same time as your characters.
Holy crepes, y'all, it's been a minute.
And yes, I actually do say crepes sometimes instead of crap. Fight me. Normal expletives get boring sometimes.
Anyway, last time we saw each other I was starting to suck at this whole daily blog thing and gave no explanation. Well, folks, first I'm an embarrassment and I apologize. But I swear it's for good reasons.
Let's get into it.
Disclaimer: Now, let's start this fun adventure by saying I am no psychologist. Any speculating I do here is just that: speculating. But, I wanted to have some fun with something I think might be related to Spectrum-ish brain activity. If not, it'll just be a fun piece. Enjoy!
Last night, deep in sleep, I was side by side with this handsome man, talking about our dreams for the future. We just survived some sort of horrific zombie apocalypse on our college campus and as world order was starting to fix itself, we had to figure out our future. And we were figuring out if it was together.
But just as this poor bugger started to say something romantic, my dream self looked him in the face, frowned, and said, "Wait, no, W's my boyfriend". And the dreamy son of a bitch disappeared into thin air.
After 12 days of silence, I am back and more ready than ever to get things going.
We have a home.
It's not perfect and definitely has some projects living in it, but it's still beautiful and ours. I have this gorgeous office with wonderful natural light and so many plants. No matter how much I've enjoyed time alone with house and my boys, getting back to work is riveting. I finally am writing again. It's going to be a slow long day, but just like the house, it's still mine.
But, the real question is, what now?