Bridgette Goes to College

“Bortbyting is the Swedish word for Changeling. This new tale takes the old stories of faeries, trolls and changeling babies and turns them on their head. Taking elements from Scandinavian folk tales and Bridge Rhodes’ own mythological inventions, Bortbyting is a quirky little story of the love between parents and children, and embracing the strangeness of your own identity.” This is the blurb from the back cover of a short book I wrote, and illustrated, way back in March, in the early days of The Pandemic, when lock down and social distancing was fun. I thought I would share it here. Many of the names and creatures are things that are featured in other writing I've been working on. The other writing has a working title of The Eleventh for now (I posted a cover design I did a while back), and I was able to finalize (ha!) a draft over the summer and begin work on its sequel, which I am now in the process of editing and cleaning up. I have some background characters that share name...

      I disappeared again.      I do that sometimes.      I hate feeling obligated to keep up with a platform that I a) don't know how to use anymore, and b) no one even follows me on. Even if they did I would still hate feeling obligated to bring them content at regular intervals when it would only be an obligation I made myself and there is no grade or money involved and I don't feel an overwhelming joy for the thing.      I hate feeling like I owe the internet something.      I love writing.      I should love blogging.      This is supposed to be my "Here is a cute and clever look at my personality for future employers" blog.      There is nothing fun about that. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I have to put a filter on it, and it feels inauthentic. I mean, it's not inauthentic. Everything I write here is written in the most Bridgette way possible. Except that...