Between dealing with the short story contest and Lama Mama work, I haven’t been online as much as I’d like to be for the past week. Next week looks busy, too.
(The fundraiser happens November 8th. The deadline for my Top 20 short story picks is November 6th. The contest received 245 entries. Each entry can be up to 5500 words–approximately 22 pages–and I will read each one. Oh, and my daughter has a soccer tournament next week, too.)
I will reply to comments left on my blog posts, but be patient: my brain can only handle so much! And I miss getting to read all of your posts as well.
Also, I wanted to let you all know that I have an essay published over at Stigmama.com. Here’s the opening:
Getting diagnosed with a mental illness is a little like putting on glasses when you’re near-sighted. Suddenly, the world zooms into focus: past events defined, current behaviors clarified, the up and down zig-sag of moods explained. A correct diagnosis makes sense; it’s not some arbitrary set of numbers slapped on a medical chart.
For me, it was a new view of the world. Now I viewed the world from the perspective of a bipolar mama-to-be, and that world looked scary.