Life on Widder Island has turned itself upside down. What was before, is now a cosmic cinder descending into ash!
(Video found on the wonderful ‘Why? Because Science’ blog)
We now return to our scheduled programming secure in the knowledge that shit happens, and unless it kills us, we bloody-well will survive.
Fun fact – In a previous life in OZ sometime around the late 80’s, I was in an all lesbian band (waves to Mama San and the Settettes – and all who knew us) and one of our covers was ‘I will Survive’. It was a theme song of the times. The world I inhabited then was a far different one than this where our Justin is Canada’s shiny new Prime Minister (who is keeping his election promises – OMG!) and I am happily (and legally) married, and living on an island in the middle of a lake that’s all misty ‘Mists of Avalon’ right now.
The only way we felt we would survive was if we shouted our rage from the rooftops. We also had fun. What the hell is a revolution good for if you can’t have fun along the way? We hammed up that song until it was barely recognisable. Sort of a rococo classical feel. Our lead singer had a voice that ripped tears right out of heavenly beings – end of fun fact.
One of the ‘spolsions is personal and, although not very far along, is on the road to being healed.
The other is … I know a few of you know how abominable my trad publishing experience was and how I’ve been waiting out my contract in order to go indie. It’s been as disheartening and frustrating as you might imagine … but Lo and Behold! The company was bought out and we now have a new bunch of lads and lasses at the helm who are actually doing their jobs!!! Caliburn Press, no less. (I know, the white text on black background is blinding, but, baby steps)
I’m in the process of deconstructing the new contract, and am fairly happy with it so far, (a fair bit of negotiating is in the offing) so we shall see. I’ll keep you posted.
It’s early days yet, but I have hope.
Let’s just call it the ‘Justin Effect.’