Seasons Greetings!

Well, here we are.

Another year down the shitter, as my dad might say.

I would like to take this opportunity to wish you a wonderful holiday season filled with wonder and magick.  Keep hope alive.  Have a drink.  Have a feast.  Have fun.  Be safe.  Share love with one another.

In 2020, I'm hoping to have more content coming.  There will be many more chapters of Confessions of a Supervillain coming.  I've got a few other things I'm writing.  Maybe, I'll finally drop the ebook of Empress of Clouds on Amazon Kindle.  That might happen.  Maybe some other stuff.

Thanks so much for reading.

Happy Holidays!

From,

Diana Hignutt

It's Doom O'Clock

It's Doom O'Clock.

Tories win in the UK.  Brexit is coming.

Impeachment rages in the House, but the Senate will likely acquit Trump.

Dark Times are upon us.  The doom of our time is here.  What we each do now will define us and lead us from or deeper into the darkness.

Good luck to us all.

I'll be happier next time...hopefully....

Crisis on Infinite Earths

Way back in the year 1985 my college roommate suggested I read his Crisis on Infinite Earths comic books.  Now, the so-called Arrowverse shows on the CW are adapting that story arc to their five episode crossover event.  The first two parts have aired so far, and I've dug it.  Cameos included, so far, include Burt Ward, Robert Wahl, Tom Welling, Erica Durrance, and many others.  In the comics, both Barry Allen and Supergirl perish in heroic attempts to stop the villainous Anti-Monitor.  I guess we'll see what happens.

Also, don't forget that new chapters land on my  new novel blog every Tuesday:

ConfessionsOfASupervillain.blogspot.com 

Snow

We got about 17 inches of snow so far in Albany since yesterday afternoon, with another 8 inches on the way through tomorrow morning.  Probably going to walk the mile and a half to work and back, as the car is buried.  So, probably no new chapters this week on Confessions of a Supervillain.  BTW, I f-ing hate snow.  Tomorrow, I'll dig out the car.  F these white turds from the sky.  I curse them!

Be safe.

Happy Thanksgiving

It's been a tough year for me, personally, and for the world, in general.  I've lost two of the women who had been among the most important relationships of my life, to their own hand, in 2019.  But, I still have a lot that I'm thankful for.

I'm most thankful for Octavia, my girlfriend.  She's everything to me.  To paraphrase Cormac McCarthy, "She's my warrant."

I'm thankful to live in a universe where I was able to start to build a new life after losing everything.  I'm thankful for my apartment, my car, my job, for the food on my table.  I'm thankful for the many breaks the universe has tossed my way.

I'm thankful for my family, even though so many of them hate my guts.  I'm thankful for the few friendships I've been able to maintain for decades.

I'm thankful for music, especially 70s progressive rock music, it has been there for me since 1980 (when I discovered the genre).

I'm thankful for having had the opportunity to travel the world, including Canada, Mexico, the Bahamas, Jamaica, England, France, Italy, Greece, Spain, and most of the states east of the Mississippi.

I'm thankful that I'm in a place in my life where I can write again.  I'm thankful to you for reading.  Thank you.

Today

Today, I'm off (as I had to work open to close to cover for a coworker) and I'm playing the second-guessing game.  I've always thought I was so fucking smart, that I knew what people thought, what they would do, how they would react to my actions, and I was almost always wrong.  It has cost me so much.  I've also had this ridiculous code of honor that comics, superhero cartoons and old books taught me, that I thought I was right to stick to.  Sometimes, I've held fast to promises, to my code, and it has hurt people.  I'll be forever beating myself up about Lizzy.  What I should have done, what I could have done differently.  I sometimes wish I could Aston-Kutcher-Butterfly-Effect myself back to periods in my life, and try to fix my mistakes.  Today there is a pervasive sense of quiet sadness, of over-arching failure in my personal affairs which is echoed in the world at large with failing institutions falling prey the forces to fascism and nihilism.  This is the worst timeline.

Elizabeth

Got some very sad news yesterday.  My longtime readers will remember Liz, my ex wife (Elizabeth Anne Henry Hignutt).  I am sorry to report that she took her own life on Monday night or early Tuesday morning, hence I shaw always, "remember, remember, the 5th of November."   We had split in late 2014, and divorced in early 2016.  She had always had mental health issues, but in 2014, she took herself off her medications and things began to go downhill for her.

When we met, in was in November 1990, and she was trying out for my rock band, Mystic Spyder.  She got the job as singer.  We had a lot of good times together.  We saw the world together.  We stood by each other for a lot longer than people thought we would.  We raised two cats together, Nox and Jasper.  We took care of my dad together.

Elizabeth loved music.  So much.  Her favorite band was Yes when I met her, and she always had a soft spot for them.  Later, she discovered Muse and many other bands, but Jon Anderson and Yes always ruled supreme.  She loved action movies.  She loved Keanu Reeves.

I'm pretty crushed by this news.  It's been a tough year.  My sister took her own life back in January.  Now, both my family members with mental illness issues have cashed out in 2019.  The world is a bleak place.  It's a little colder.  A lot sadder.  With less music.

I feel like a failed her.  Like I failed every body I've ever cared about.  That seems to be what I do.

Sorry to be so personal today.  It's a sad day.  I miss the person she was.  I always hoped for a happy ending for her.  She had such a tragic story with her mother dying when Liz was only 11.  She sent a few texts saying goodbye to a few people.  She told them that no one would stop her from seeing her mom again.  They are now reunited.

Fuck this planet of sorrow and pain.  Shit sucks.