The D-Word and Pending Pulitzer

I'm not sure what I want to say at the moment. Had a bit of a hard weekend. We had an unveiling for a close family friend - practically family member. It's hard to believe he's gone - 6 months - and still sucks. They say that Death is a part of Life. Seems like it's the evil, cruel, unkind motherfucker of the family - The Black Sheep, The Red-Headed Stepchild, The Abuser, The Sad Reality. I'm not good with it, certainly not accepting of it and don't really want to think about it.

Tumult and Turmoil seem to go hand in hand. Whenever they're about, Death seems relatively close by. This rant's not supposed to make sense at this hour, or at any hour. I don't think I've ever really gone down this road before in the blogosphere...but it's real and raw and ready. I find I alliterate more when I'm angry.

OK so, on a related note, I'm trying (TRYING) to write a book. I haven't the first clue as to how to properly write a book, so I'll just do it improperly. It's the story of my family - both immediate and extended (and I'm sure imagined for a few pages, at least). The plan is to interview people in the next few weeks and months and gather the material for the story.

I may just blog a few pieces here and there, but I'll be sure to save a few nuggets for the Pulitzer!

Thanks for letting me get all that off my chest.

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KEEP CALM & CARRY ON!

EM