Not Bad.

( Someday I will write about these things. They are old, and hard. )

And when I am ready to write about these things, I WILL NOT DO IT HERE. I'll do it at stand_up_eight instead (true for both DW & LJ). I set stand_up_eight  up for just that purpose. It may stand empty for years (it already has on LJ), and that's OK. I'm not ready, yet. But someday.

This journal, though, this one right here, isn't the place for that. It's my safe place. It's my place to be fannish, to play, my window to the world, to check in on y'all, to read amazingly astute commentary from stunningly bright minds. Sometimes it's my place to deal with current stuff in my life, but I generally cut-tag that.

I'm posting this here, now, because my DW stand_up_eight account is getting invite codes to hand out,  and I love handing out invite codes. *g* So I've put up a post there directing people here, but figured an explanation was in order. Plus, it's maybe time to explain to my long-time friends here why I frequently go radio silent, even when I'm clearly still hanging around (reading doesn't trigger the old shit, but interacting sometimes can -- which doesn't mean that I don't want to interact, because I do, I do. Just, sometimes it's harder than others.)

Crossposted to LiveJournal