I loved and admired Adrienne Rich. She was very, very strong. It was good to read her tonight, considering this week and everything.
This week and everything. I shouldn't be so dramatic because I have very good things. I feel finally like I'm actually beginning to make progress on a lot of fronts. Maybe this has been going on for a while. Maybe it's the spring. Maybe somebody told me something I needed to hear today. It's always baby steps, but there are a couple seriously good things. One of them is that I've been working really hard on my book. Another is that I still hold the Faerielight of Tuvestar. So, yeah.
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Well, that's finished. The woman who cherished
her suffering is dead. I am her descendant.
I love the scar-tissue she handed on to me,
but I want to go on from here with you
fighting the temptation to make a career of pain.
-VIII, Twenty-One Love Poems
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