Warning: This is a disturbing post for those who know me online, or know me personally. Proceed at own risk.
How did that thing go with “bubble, bubble, toil and trouble”?
You know how a dragon sheds its hide a few times in its life? Oh – maybe that kind of lore isn’t common knowledge anymore. Ok: A dragon, like a snake, will shed its skin a few times in its life. However, unlike a snake, it’s a bit unpredictable what will emerge from that old skin. Rarely is it ever the same dragon. It might change its character completely; or it might “hatch” or transform, emerging as a being of pure light or pure darkness or nothing pure at all; it might even turn into a human.
Well, my character seems to be “hatching” and transforming like that. And it’s not pretty. I’m not talking about a character I created in a story (though they also tend to undergo changes). No, I mean my me. This is what is causing fatigue to the point of feeling drugged, confusion, narcolepsy, insomnia, and a host of other physical symptoms that will almost 100% certainly go away once transformation is complete.
I’ve had such transformations before so there is hope this won’t be the last one; but it’s a nasty one. The dragon that is emerging from my previously more human character, is green, shiny and very selfish. It is powerful; only just spreading its wings to see what the span can become. And it looks at others and thinks, “Do I give a damn?”
Did Aryn the Frostweaver ever ask if the world wanted eternal winter?
So the chances are, if I blog at all I might end up offending everybody. I’m not going to ask you to bear with me. The bear – that was me, and she’s shedding her skin and the dragon emerges. I’m finished bearing. Don’t bear with me. Stand up to me. Give me flack – don’t accept it when I shower you in arrogance. It seems diplomacy is not part of the deal. I’m calling on those who want to engage with me at all, to take up your sparring rods and spears. Blood shall most probably flow, and it’s fair (hey, it seems the dragon does like fairness) if it’s yours and mine in equal volumes.
Oh, and while the old me is still around I would like to apologize to all who will miss me. I don’t know if there’s a way back from Dragon Country.