Just as I was able to step back online, after losing my beloved Cinnamon, several days ago. I asked a question on a fan page. Nothing major, just needed clarification. I received many responses. Including one from someone who thought being snarky was the way to go. Although another nice person replied with a snarky comment of their own, and I did my thing of report and delete — the system wouldn’t let me block the individual, it was the last thing I needed, considered I’m grieving and with everything else going on in my life.
Normally, I ignore such things. I’ve said before, I don’t suffer fools but I need — well, I don’t know what. Just to be away.
There is a cat outside crying. It makes me think of how Cinnamon was those days before he passed. I can’t take him or her in. I wouldn’t want to.
I’m fighting the state to get benefits for my Big Brother. I was supposed to be his paid caregiver but now the red tape is tied tight. My search for an agent hasn’t been going well and I’m told middle grade is losing popularity, although at every signing I see dozens of kids, pulling their parents to the children’s section. I felt I was missing out.
I’ve published a four book series and even my own state won’t acknowledge me. People do, but I’ve seen fellow Delaware authors in magazines and on the news. I’ve written to these same places, so has my publisher. We never hear anything.
And although the problem of the mortgage is somewhat solved, it doesn’t cover everything else we need to survive.
If your purpose is to comment something snippy, I will delete it. I’ll never understand why people feel the need to do that. What purpose does it serve? I figure the people who do this are so miserable they have to make everyone else miserable too.
The fandom was Star Trek. The show Voyager. It was a great episode.
I may delete this tomorrow. I think I’ll go to bed now.
Peace ~
Wendy
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Author WA Simpson 