Signing my book, Lilith: Queen of the Demons, in blood inspired me to play with my blood again. Because I haven’t been for a while now. I’ve been doing the normal thing, dumping it in the loo, washing my cup out, putting it back in. Neat and clean, because I have so much to do that matters more. The sooner I’m done with this, the better.
Except this really matters to me, more so now that I feel my reproductive cycles waning. I don’t know how many more periods I will have in my life. I do know that it will eventually end, and it makes me more than a little bit sad.
My past two cycles have been longer than usual. I miss Aunt Flo terribly when she’s late.
So I’m writing. I’ve got a set of dip pens and when I have enough blood collected in my cup I dip one of them in and write. It makes me feel witchy and primordial. Like Lilith.