Initiation still working… augh

As you may know, Bob, I’ve been on unpaid leave for two weeks now because my employers fear the bedbugs in my apartment the way medieval Europeans feared lepers, bubonic plague, and intelligent heretics. Tired of waiting for something to happen, I went in person to HR this morning after seeing my therapist.

Things… did not go well. They refuse to pay me for leave that they ordered me to take, because I have no accumulated leave. Unless I can declare my life bedbug-free by July 27th, my employment will “become inactive”. A new level of euphemism has been achieved here: What they mean is that they will fire me for having a bedbug problem, in the city with the highest number of bedbug infestations in the country.

The best deal they can offer me, apparently, is to take a disability retirement, based on my knee problems and my ongoing depression. I’m going to get on the paperwork for that.

Meanwhile, I still have to vacate my current apartment by July 31st… just that now I have to do it with no income and no savings.

I invite you to donate to my Ko-fi if you can, but also! I can offer my services as a writer and editor.

  • For $25 I will write a prayer, hymn, or other ritual text to your specifications.
  • I will edit/beta read non-fannish writing, fiction or nonfiction, for $10/page.

Thank you in advance for any help you can give, and that includes prayers and good mojo.

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A cup of coffee (or tea) can go a long way

Gentle readers, I’m facing a quick move from my apartment to a new place, hopefully not far away. Funds are short because health issues have caused me to lose time at work. If you’ve been following my writing, I’d appreciate your good mojo, and a little donation if you have a few bucks: ko-fi.com/mtodd

I get by with a little help from my friends

Kind readers, I have a sudden need of financial help. I have 90 days to move because my building has been foreclosed on and all of us tenants are being shooed out. I need help with a security deposit and other moving expenses. If you can, please visit my YouCaring fundraiser or buy me a Ko-fi; if you can’t, could you reblog this post, or light a candle for me, or whatever you might do to send good vibes? I appreciate all the help I can get.

Endings, beginnings, celebrations

Heigh-ho, your humble blogger here! It’s October and not nearly cool enough for my taste. I don’t do the Pumpkin Spice thing; however, I am enjoying a chai latte at my favorite coffee shop as I write these words.

It’s been a long summer, mostly barren of words. After loudly announcing (and insisting) that I would no longer be posting here, I decided to say fuckit and keep this blog going for specifically religious/devotional/magical topics, with my devotion to Antinous at the forefront. So expect to see more ritual and devotional poetry here in the coming days.

My new blog has gotten a new look and a new name: A Nest Made of Words. If it please you, follow that blog for, well, general blogging and links to stuff I’ve written at various locations on the web.

Speaking of which, a piece of fiction that debuted here became a Thing You Can Buy over the summer: A Distinguished Visitor from the North, distvisitorwithtitlehow Hel visited Hades while Persephone was away and what came of that. It features splendid cover art by Li Oesterberg, commissioned for the story. How amazing is this book cover? (And thanks to my friend Sarah Loch for her editing.)

So please buy my back at Amazon and read it and review and keep following this blog and follow A Nest Made of Words, too.

In other news, the end of October brings the Sacred Nights of Antinous, an ending of one year in sacred time and the beginning of another. In early November, I’ll be taking the longest airline flight of my life to meet some of my fellow Magistrates and Mystagogues of the Naos Antinoou in Washington. I am looking forward to this a lot, although I’m also a bit anxious about flying. (Just because the number of times I’ve been on an airplane can be counted on the fingers of one hand.)

I continue to work slowly but doggedly on the sequel to “A distinguished visitor” and will be posting chapters, as I complete them, on my Patreon, which gives you a reason to subscribe. (When I think of more reasons, I’ll let you know.) Lately it feels that my entire life is slow and dogged, with many delays and setbacks, increasing obstacles to doing the writing that I feel is my Work in this world, and increasing necessity for me to do that Work, in the face of fascism, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, queer phobia, white supremacy, climate change, and everything else, including my own depression and anxiety. I have never had any real doubt that writing is my Work, and it is with that conviction that I continue to blog, dear readers. May my Work be of benefit to you and of service to my gods.

Life is a work in progress

Regular readers of this blog might notice that not much has been going on here since the winter holy days and the end of last year. 2016 was difficult for me as for a lot of people, on so many levels, most of which I would much prefer not to discuss in a public venue.

However, very discerning readers, or at least those who populate Facebook and Tumblr, might have noticed that my writing has been appearing elsewhere. Yes, I started a new blog–again.

Jesus, Antinous, Julian of Norwich, Medicine Buddha, Captain America, and Me, a Writer is, as the name implies, a blog to house and to promote all of my writing, whether fiction, poetry, or essays, whether the topic is Christian or pagan or Buddhist, original fiction or fan fiction, politics (not very often) or culture (pop and otherwise), or birds (and their cuteness).

This blog, for now, will remain live and accessible but not be updated. My goal is that eventually most or all of its content will be migrated elsewhere. I hope that all of the lovely people who have been following my writing here will continue to follow me at the new blog and consider bestowing a bit of financial support for my work.

Life is a work in progress. The last four years have been very good ones for me as a writer. The work goes forward. Please join me.

Not drowning, just thrashing about a lot

Gentle readers! I promise I have not forgotten you, or this blog, or the tale of Hades and his wife and his unexpected visitor. A number of stressors have come between me and fruitful congress with my laptop keyboard, chiefly a major change at work. The handsome central library building where I work, which is nearly seventy years old, is about to be renovated, and all of the staff that don’t serve the public directly are being moved offsite for the duration, a projected three to five years. That staff includes me, my boss, and our division, which includes serials, cataloguing, acquisitions, and materials selection. Tomorrow is our last day in the old familiar digs, and next Wednesday is our first day to report to the new site.

The move coincides with the loss of our head of cataloguing, who has found another job, and with the Sacred Nights of Antinous, the most important holy days of the year. If my boss weren’t so calm and organized, I might have run screaming like a maenad already, and not in a good way.

Please pray that the movers don’t lose my ergonomic back cushions or anything else we really need, and I’ll be back in regular service here as soon as I can.

A personal moment

Dear readers, please excuse this frivolous personal indulgence. A couple of days ago I submitted pics and text about my beloved cockatiel Rembrandt to Pet of the Day, a venerable website that has provided daily pictures of people’s pets since 1997. (Yes, in internet years, that’s ancient! They also have a Dog of the Day and Cat of the Day.)

On this day, 15 October 2015, my boy was featured as the Pet of the Day. I am so proud. Here is the website, and here’s a permalink to his page.