Dear Esteemed Reader,
My kids turned 8 and 9 this year, and with that came the glories of teen angst. They by turns informed me that they hated me, hated themselves, and hated each other. Also, there were fun times and nobody died. And one kid now plays the flute. So, that’s good.
2013 was also the year I published my book, had the best sex of my life, got the best reviews of my career and earned the love and esteem of fans around the world for both my book, short films, blog and sharing about my mental health diagnosis. I worked diligently in therapy (both group and individual) on said diagnosis, even when I didn’t feel like it. I also started writing fiction (who knew?) and should have a new book of short stories for you in 2014.
Also, we began shooting the feature film it has taken me ten years to write, in which I play the lead, with an incredible co-star, director and DP – all of whom are committed to seeing the project through in 2014.
So I guess that’s one reason to keep living.
I wish you all my beloved readers, the best New Year ever, as I continue to mourn, masturbate and meditate for the rest of 2013 (but at least not self-medicate.) And I hope you will join me in 2014, when I can once again lay bare my own foibles as a kind of single mom (sort of, if you count the fact that their dad and I live in the same house.) My suffering remains for entertainment purposes only.
Malibu Mom a.k.a. Susanna a.k.a. Fuck 2013
P.S.- This blog went up in readership, by many, many times this year, and for that I am truly grateful!!!