Christmas was very confusing for me. My Dad's oldest sister, the one who held everyone together, passed away after a long illness. In reality, I guess she had been gone for some time, but her actual death was Christmas morning. Was it a good or a bad thing? I'm really not sure, but I'll miss her.
The rest of Christmas went well, I spent the day with the part of my family that doesn't know about Wren, and still sees me as Bear. I'd like to tell them about my writing, but they don't know I do this at all, and I don't know how to tell them. Once again, very confusing.
Wren
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I know what you mean
Christmas used to be a family affair around our house but my one Grandmother passed away about six years ago then my other grandfather passed away about three years ago and just last year I lost my last grandmother. So with the three of them gone, holidays have dwindled around my house. Thanksgiving this year was the first year where we didn't have a big family dinner because I don't have much of a family left, except my mother and my siblings. I still have one grandfather still alive but age it seems is finally catching up with him---he's 87 and he's finally starting to forget things. Saturday was kind of a quiet and less exciting day than it used to be. I'm not sure if its because I'm getting older---I'll be thirty in July or if its because that everyone that made the holiday special are now gone.
Explaining the writing
That could be quite difficult. I have tried to explain "Transgender Fiction" to a couple of people who know about me and neither get it.
I'm not surprised really, even I didn't realise that such a genre existed until about three years ago. Trying to explain to others what it might mean is next to impossible. I mean, given the amazing variety of story types on this site alone, how is it possible to categorise it in a way that a regular human can understand?
Don't tell them you write TG fiction, just tell them you write romances, or thrillers, or sci-fi or whatever. After all, you do, don't you?
Penny
I definitely empathize
For what it's worth, about twelve years ago I think, a friend of my family, one of the absolute sweetest, most angelic people you could ever know was killed. I'll spare the sordid details, but they laid her to rest on my 17th birthday.
Growing up, this woman never once missed my birthday. One year, she was even one of the only people who actually showed up, so I chose to believe that, this way, she would always be there in spirit. :-)
I hope it helps, though all the same I am truly sorry for your loss. *hugs*
~Zoe