There’s something about fall that makes me want to write in this journal. Not that I imagine anyone is reading anymore, given my disappearing act back in the springtime. But fee fie fo fum, here I am, back again.
In writing news, a poem of mine is going to be published by “Goblin Fruit” either in the winter or spring. It’s a steampunk ballad called “To the Royal Society of Crypozoologists, from the Concerned Daughter of a Member.” I wrote it mostly to please myself, and sent it out on a whim. There must be a lesson in that.
In working news, I wrote a technical manual. To mute, press the button marked “Mute.” Did I mention it’s a manual for the POLICE? I can’t believe the police need my help to use a remote control.
Also, my gynecologist thinks I’m a man. I actually had to go into the offices of the Ontario health insurance people and officially change my sex. To female. Because they won’t process Pap tests for men. Though you would think the very fact that I have a cervix to scrape cells off of would signify that I am in fact a woman.
Oh, and I want to be a tattooed lady for Halloween.