First Post of 2013


It’s one of those nights where I’m willing to do anything to not finish the story I have due tomorrow. Funny how I end up here because I personally never have much to say, or never much I want to say. My public persona’s been stale. I could say that my plan is to make a goal of being the opposite of that, but it’s kind of habit to be the opposite of that, as in, what I just mentioned, you know?

I’ll do what I can.

In the meantime here’s me nursing my oncoming cold with my new cat Bobsley. Higgins passed rather suddenly in 2012 and I was too sad to talk about it, because he was a cool ass cat and he was the first cat Jon and I had together and I was a mess and a wreck and then Christmas happened and because I work in retail that means that I put my Scrooge-face on. It’s taken a bit of time, but little manx Bobsley has kneaded the wounds a bit. I feel less incomplete with him around. And I can smile.

Also, I’ve been keeping steady in WAR2. There’s a loser’s bracket this time, so when I got knocked out in the fucking first round (Boo! Hiss!), it didn’t mean I was down for good. I’ve duked it out with friendly foes all the way to Round 4 and I’m supposed to be writing now, and, well, that kind of just circles right back to what I was getting at in the beginning of this post, so that’s probably a good sign that I should go back to my Open Office document…

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Rebecca is a neo-noir author from Kamloops, British Columbia. Her first collection of gritty short fiction, Vile Men was published by Dark House Press in 2015. She also writes about her writer lifestyle on her personal blog at