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Sunday, Sunday
Apr. 12th, 2026 08:14 pmI had light plans today. Farmers market, coffee, reading, maybe some writing, a touch of knitting, Instead, something held me at bay. Not a wolf - wolves are dangerous, as are many feral creatures, but I like wolves and I don't want to ascribe more negative connotations to them than they already suffer.My arachnophobia made putting another creature, however much I hate it, as a fitting metaphor for my monster of the psyche. And then it found the creature: the octopus. Arms for ennui, anxiety, depression, fear, ADHD, etc. etc.
The octopus stole my sleep, my desire to get up, even the idea for a short story that came to me in the phase between wakefulness and not. I don't tend to remember my dreams, but this wasn't a dream, it was a wandering thought. Will I ever get it back?
But I gave the octopus its due for a bit before fighting back: getting up, doing ablutions, getting out for coffee and sun and the first few chapters of Naomi Novik's Spinning Silver. And gradually, the inky darkness cleared, the arms loosened and I could dive into adulting and feel myself.
The octopus stole my sleep, my desire to get up, even the idea for a short story that came to me in the phase between wakefulness and not. I don't tend to remember my dreams, but this wasn't a dream, it was a wandering thought. Will I ever get it back?
But I gave the octopus its due for a bit before fighting back: getting up, doing ablutions, getting out for coffee and sun and the first few chapters of Naomi Novik's Spinning Silver. And gradually, the inky darkness cleared, the arms loosened and I could dive into adulting and feel myself.
