This is a short newslettery thing.
When I switched to Substack a few weeks ago, I had plans. PLANS!
Then a train flew off the tracks and plowed into them. Currently, I’m running around, gathering the plans back up and seeing what can be salvaged.
The train was, in fact, my dad having a crisis resulting in his coming to live with me. Dad is 87 and in fairly good health. The crisis is a divorce he doesn’t want.
For two weeks, I haven’t read a book, written a story, or made any art. I need this month to get back into my writing and art and baby Paper Octopus. Really, I just didn’t want this Beltane to pass by without a hello. I appreciate my readers and love sharing my work.
Thank you for subscribing. Things are bound to be more manageable soon. Soonish.
Peace and lovely sunsets, y’all. Happy Beltane.
Marta