Under a Black Rainbow

The title of this blog entry is also what I'm calling my new grief-based writing project. I read off several of the potential titles to a few friends and this was always the one that got the most visceral response. Honestly, it felt like the right one before eliciting the opinions of others, but I'm glad to have that affirmation.  I've got a basic idea of the structure of the thing. I think I'll probably dig into it pretty hard this weekend since I don't have much planned for Friday or Sunday. Unplug all but the most necessary of tech items, throw on some dark ambient, work.  I started up a new focus med called Concerta this week. It's not having quite the same effect that it did when I visited family in Indiana earlier this summer, so I'm hoping a week's worth of introduction into my system will help tilt my axis back to focused form. Though, to be honest, I've been bitch-slapped pretty hard by the oncoming winter doldrums. My friend Shannon made a

  I've begun a new writing project. Rather, I've got a ton of it done (via this blog), but I'm expanding and adding to the entries revolving around my grief and what I've done to address it head on. Along with the blog entries, I'm sprinkling in little bits of related fiction that I tried to start during the last 4 years. Thankfully, I have dates on things and can really pinpoint when a piece got started and what all was happening during that time period. I think it could be a fun way to explore my process and give people a more concentrated look into my methodologies.  Several of the pieces have a very "lost in liminal spaces" feel to them, which makes all the sense in the world considering the kind of brain-fog I lived in for so long. It will be interesting to see where those pieces go now that the brain-fog has mostly lifted (though it is still a struggle to both read and write).  And that struggle began the very morning my father died. Though my mother