Well. It’s been a while since I’ve been in the frame of mind to write on the blog. I went and saw Carmen at Utah Opera and it was amazingly gorgeous and wonderful, but, my God, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt terribly unsafe as a woman.
I can’t say I went in blind. I’ve listened to the opera a million times. I should have known better. But, I just didn’t realize how much it would affect me. I’ve had a rough couple weeks.
I try not to put anything triggering in my books. Like, no rape, no abuse. But it happens in real life, so it will have to happen. Well, not have to happen. But it can happen. It’s been referenced in my (unpublished) writing. But, as I start to edit and publish and produce, it’s going to come out.
Anyway. I think Carmen is going to be on the list of operas that I like, but will never see again. I can listen, but watching it is just too much. Utah Opera is putting Don Giovanni on this season too. Once was enough for me.
But, I’ve been writing. My NaNoWriMo project is pretty therapeutic. Kind of rough, but it’s therapeutic. I work through my issues by writing, so it makes sense. I’ve been working. I’ve got my revision work, I’ve got writing work, I’ve got mom/women’s work. Things are going.
Things are okay. And they’ll stay okay.