Damn, I Missed You!
- authormillieprice
- Jan 16
- 4 min read
Welcome back to A Writer in the Woods. I’m back and damn how I missed you! This month I’ll be ranting about coping while crazy. I know, you can’t use that word, but I did, and honestly, I am feeling it. But as usual before we get started, here are some updates.
She Who Brings Gifts has been shelved. After three years of querying and pitching I took another run at it, and although I feel the newest manuscript is better, I have decided to hold it until I write another book, and a third outline to try and pitch a series. We’ll see how that goes in the future.
Spooky Action at a Distance is starting to see some movement. Although, it’s all behind the scenes and I don’t really know what’s going on right now. I do, however, believe that you may be seeing it in print in the coming years. I’m excited for you all to meet Bodie and her sisters as they investigate the paranormal and free trapped ghosts.
The Sleeper is still in the query trenches, and I fear that my pitch game is still shit, but I’ll keep working on it.
Silent Voices is in developmental editing. Yup, I'm writing another book. This one is about a cold case missing person agent trying to find the truth of her missing brother and finding much more than she imagined. Stay tuned.
I have accepted a freelance gig with Onyxpath’s Curseborne series. I have no clue when it will come out, but it was a fun gig.
This blog will be posted on my website from now on so that I don’t have to worry about what I say, hence all the cussing. It will always be free, and I will try to get a newsletter service going, but until then I will advertise on the socials so that you can find the blog post every month. If your following me here from Substack, Thank you! If you’re new. Thank you! If you came here to troll, or say some shit to make our days worse, know that I have full control of my comment section and I won’t allow it. This blog is for those that need a space to feel as they feel without judgment. Including me.
AI will never be used on this blog. These are my word, my thoughts and will remain that way!
All right, let’s get to it.
Lately I’ve had this weight on my shoulders. It’s not my life, honestly, my life is boring which is beautiful. No. The weight is external. As if all the pain around the world has found me and wants to let me know that it’s there. I know. I think we all know, but there isn’t a damn thing we can do about it. Sure, we can protest, we can post on our socials about the injustice, but in the end, the machine is much too big. Now let’s add a little neurodivergence and mental illness to that equation. How in the hell are we supposed to cope with this shit? I mean really. Every day there are millions of us out there just trying to get out of bed, quiet the demon in our heads and get on with our day. Now add a growing sense of external fear to the mix. It’s insane.
Look, I’m not here to talk politics. I don’t want to hear another version of the water downed truths being stuffed down my throat. I am here to rant, to bitch, to cope. Life is fucking tough. Even when it’s simple, it’s hard. Being human is like playing a first-person shooter where all you can see is what’s in front of you and you are completely unaware of the dude standing behind you with a bazooka. (Okay, I don’t play a lot of first-person shooters, so I hope the reference works.) If you are not feeling this way, then I envy you, but for those of us that are. I am with you. Yes, I’m going to be fifty this year, and yes, I have seen a lot of hateful shit in my life, but damn, this is wild.
I try to tell myself that it is access to social media. That the world has always been this bad, but I never had it put in front of my face before now. If that’s true, then, well, it makes it hard to figure out what we are all doing here. Not just here on earth, but like, alive. Okay, nope. I can’t let myself go down that rabbit hole. Can’t let the state of the world convince me that my existence is worthless, but damn, it’s hard. Isn’t it?
I have no solutions for us gang. This is a rant, not an education piece. I just wanted you all to know that I am still here and still fighting the beast inside my head, and I hope that you are too. Everything changes. That’s what I’m holding on to, that and moments. Seeing a friend in person and remembering good times. Hearing that my kids are reaching goals in this fucked up world I brought them into. Listening to the sounds of revolution in music. (I picked up an old Bob Dylan and David Bowie album recently. The music helps.) This is what we have. Moments. I know, it’s shitty and it’s hard, but right now it’s the moments we have to hang onto and sharing a few with you is making my day a little better.
Anyway, thanks for hanging for the rant. I really did miss you dear reader and look forward to getting through this slog of insanity together this year. When it feels like there’s nothing left and there is nowhere else to go, please remember the moments of joy, of love and peace. I dear reader promise to do the same.
Until next time,
Millie
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