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Reading one of my favorite "biblical" stories today, The First Book of Adam and Eve. It's essentially Biblical fan-fiction from the first century BC (with a few Christ passages added later), telling of Adam and Eve's life after the expulsion from the Garden.

I've always thought of Adam and Eve as "God Jr." in the garden. Not the humans we are today, but beings that were higher than angels, but not as lofty as their creator. And I think this story really delivers on the trials and tribulations of these celestial beings "translated" into humans, and experiencing their new world for the first time.

Their "Cave of Treasures" shows up in AWFW (albeit in name only, really) as Iskander's cave. He calls it that because it was a place for him and his treasures: his thoughts. I never got a chance to mention that - but I think I found a way to deliver that little plot point after what happens to him in this storyline.

http://www.gutenberg.org/files/398/398-h/398-h.htm

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I need to buy groceries, cook food, do laundry, clean house, do dishes. But I have spent the last six hours on my butt doing nothing other than fighting the urge to simply go back to bed.

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I have a scene in my head for AWFW. Once that I've never been able to get out. There's no place for it in the story, and I've tried to adapt it to Genevieve, since it's the only other story I have where it would remotely work.

I massaged it until I could fit it into Genevieve...and it's ended up as a completely different scene. Which has not pleased those AWFW characters at all.

There's a line in AWFW (http://dolari.net/awfw/193.htm) where Han'a mentions "During the Roman times, I missed her death." That's actually a bit of a lie to make herself feel better. In reality, she followed Nen'a up to that death in the Roman times, but couldn't handle that Nen'a had completely lost her memory of her. She "let her go" after that, and it's hurt her terribly.

There's a scene in Genevieve that STARTED this way, but became it's own thing...and Han'a and Nen'a want to tell that scene somehow.

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For someone who is all about honor and truth, Han'a lies a lot. And for someone who is supposedly The Great Deciever, Morningstar has never once been proven false.

Makes you wonder why.

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While I've only got three stories really out there in the public, you'll notice there's a big fascination with identity.

There's the explorations of the differences in trans identities that were in the early drafts of Closetspace. The bits and pieces in AWFW about Andrea's angel form, and her human life (as well as some Han'a stuff I haven't gotten into). Jana's eight year old mind in the eighteen year old body (and let me tell you that was a very careful minefield to walk), The Genevieves.

I guess when you're trying to explain your own identity issues, both overt and covert, they tend to leak out into your creative endeavours.

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It's almost 6. I need to do SOMETHING. Dun wanna, though.

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Jenn: "I should at least get up and cook the dinner with the groceries I've already bought."
Bed: "Or you could just stay right here."
Jenn: "Or I could just say right here where it's nice and comfy and warm."
Bed: "I didn't say it was nice and comfy..."
Jenn: "Quiet. Nice. Comfy."

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"You have a lot of little Goth stuff you post. You don't strike me as Goth."

Nope. I'm not. But in high school, they were one of the cliques that liked having me around despite not living the lifestyle. I've always appreciated that.

Never figured out why, but I figured it was just that I treated them well and didn't make fun of the black gothy everything. Them and the hair band punks.

But mostly the nerds. They were my people.

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Being really introspective today.

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I've often felt myself to be like Claude Bukowski in the movie version of Hair. An innocent, down home, simple Oklahoman thrown into adventures with a hippie culture he eventually comes to understand, if not completely fit in.

I'm a down home Texas kid, thrown in with witches, poly folks, goths, punks. preps, hipsters, millennials and nerds (well, maybe that last one isn't so off-base). And somehow, they all tolerate me, and have allowed me to understand them.

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Nope.

NOPE NOPE NOPE.

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-36630113

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Huh, I can only find the social security card in my original name, but not in my new one. And suddenly I'm all...did I GET a card with my new name?

...and then suddenly, seventeen years later, I wonder...did I ever get my name changed on my social security?! O_o;

(I REMEMBER I did, and how easy it was...but my memory has been...faulty...lately....)

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Six months in: The state of the Second Job -or- Whatever happened to that great update schedule, Jenn?

Right up front - I don't consider that new years resolution broken. The Second Job is still going, it's still bringing in income (although barely, and that's all on me), but...darn it...the Many Lives of Genevieve is getting in the way, as are all the anti-trans news going on.

First up: The Many Lives of Genevieve took over my creative muse for a while there, and I'm a believer in striking while the iron is hot. I purposely decided to forgo drawing, and take no income, while I wrote as much as I could in it. It was almost a month straight of work until the muse decided "Goddamn, I need a rest."

Secondly: Once the book finally calmed down, all the anti-trans sentiments around the country really took off. My creative energy depends on my mood being good, and for the last few months, it's been pretty piss-poor, leading to not just a drop in artistic output, but a drop in my health in general. (Blood sugars up, blood pressure, cholestoerol, weight...I'm a mess)

Thirdly: A lot of my "I gotta do it anyways" reasons are gone. For whatever reason, Geek Girl Con turned down Liz and Crystal's applications for an artists table, meaning my table was gone, too. So I no longer have a need to have stuff to make for it. No need means "I don't need to draw when I feel bad" dropping my output even more.

BUT. I'm not out for the count yet. I'm still drawing when I'm able, still doing free livestreams for the three people who show up, still pulling cash out of Patreon (bless you, Patreon, you are a godsend). But I am still DOING. That's what's important.

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Oh, darn. Looks like I'm going to North Bend for my new driver's license. How terrible.

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