Creativity and 80s music

So I woke up this morning around 4:00 and was thinking about my Wraeththu story for Storm's next compilation. One of those times in which I saw the dialogue in my head, saw the characters doing their thing— which lets me know it's probably worth writing down. I've been typing in the final scenes of Defender of the Way, my first and only truly original work, and I love it. I love the Abbey where Ilthanon lives, I love his khorite brothers, I love the animals and the pain and their sexuality. I want their world to be as believable and rich as Maculategiraffe's "Slave Breakers." Because I lived that world that she created. I felt so privileged to write in it and have her permission to do so.

Just feeling particularly happy and grateful this morning. November is a good month for me. I get extra time off, and have a lot of writing and knitting projects in my personal queue.

I don't want to denigrate my Kelp/Reggie world, of course; that one is just as real, and frankly, more well-formed than some of DotW. I'm really looking forward to the third story in the series, set over in England, in which Kelp is truly out of his element. I suppose this is just showing that my creativity isn't dead, and that's a very happy thing.

So the 80s music: Joe Jackson's "Stepping Out," which led me to Rod Stewart's "Young Turks." I could be at Sewanee this weekend for the anniversary of us performing Godspell, in which I as a very young freshman played the role of Jesus, but I'm not there. I've already warned Evan that I will be singing through the entire musical today— but I can shut my door. ;)

Also, I'm obsessed with perimenopause, and that I can't easily find out whether or not I'm going through it. I've reached out to my primary caregiver, and am hoping she can shed light, but who knows. :P