So I have created an author website out of the blog and the links and all the other stuff I had laying around here, and now I wait to see if what I have created is so abhorrent that I flee in fear like a Victorian scientist who really shouldn’t have been grave robbing if he had such delicate sensibilities, Victor; seriously you hubristic dumbass–
Anyway. Here it is, lauraeprice.com, a centralized location for all my writing stuff. I think it looks okay. Not sure if all the links work, but I’ll prod at them over the next few days and find out.
(Oh dear lord, where is my horizontal line button in block composing???)
(Sure, try and mess with me; we’ll go old school for section breaks.)
It looks like I managed to post here a grand total of four times last year. Yeah, 2022 was not a great year:
- My father’s cancer came back, so he had chemo and radiation for the first part of the year.
- The husband and kid caught Covid.
- Hurricane Ian made landfall not too far from our house–we spent something like 15 hours in the eyewall of a Cat 5 hurricane, do not recommend.
- We had to put the dog to sleep (she had cancer).
- My mother, aunt, and cousin all caught Covid.
- Also, have you looked around at the world? Florida, particularly, right now? Yeah.
- Various other stressful things for people I love, not mentioned here.
So that was a lot. In the end, everyone is fine. Dad’s treatment was successful; all the Covid was mild and ended fairly quickly; we had roof damage and were without power for a full week, but no flooding and no injuries. Pup had a long and pretty good life, and we got a few good weeks with her at the end. But, as my therapist reminds me, trauma is trauma and fear is fear, and just because the outcomes were good doesn’t mean that the stress didn’t happen or have repercussions that need to be processed.
And that’s where I am, now: processing. I didn’t even realize I was shoving everything not immediately important off my plate until sometime in late December, but that’s what I started doing shortly after we got our power back on. I’ve spent the past three months writing, paying bills, and taking care of the stuff the kid needs, and that’s about it. (Oh, also beating Elden Ring. Murder in the Lands Between kept me sane this year.) I’ve spent the past month just … being quiet, writing, and thinking about what’s important in my life.
I did write in 2022. (Perhaps not surprisingly, I wrote a lot of ghost stories.) Fuckit has been a godsend for keeping me producing words for a while now, but I also wrote stories and started a novella. I even sold one of those stories (more details on that later this year!). I queried, I submitted, I did so many revisions, I went to an online conference, I journaled …
… I just didn’t do much posting here.
But here we are with the fancy new website, and I have a dedicated hour before work every day for writing (it is absolutely amazing how much progress you can make with a dedicated hour every day for writing), so we shall see if I get back into the blogging groove. It’s not my first priority (sorry, y’all, but new stories take precedence over ye olde blogge), but there are always days like this one, where there’s a lull in the task list.
So, yeah. Hi again.