I’m going to try to write flash fiction to stay in writerly mode. I can’t…focus? Long enough to sit and write a whole story, short or long. Flash fiction is drive-by storytelling, and I sense, under different life circumstances, I’d be real good at drive-bys (gangsta. i’m telling you i’d have made a good gangsta…but… Continue reading growth.
I don’t exactly think I’ve hit rock bottom, but I feel like my toes maybe scraped it. Have I learned my lessons hard enough, Universe? You can stop sending them to me now, kthanx. Right now the following is what I want, and the following is ALL that I want (until I decide I need… Continue reading expensive detachment.
I’m trying to find my humor. Remember when I could be/was really irreverent and flippant? I miss that. (Don’t you?) I’m working studiously to be okay, to go back to the parts of me I really loved, and to let go of the influences of dark forces that found their way to me over the… Continue reading 70 reflections.
I don’t know what to do. I said I’d end this blog, and I really want to. I’ve deleted all of the extra pages here (they were dumb anyway, especially the poetry page), the About Me section, etc. But quite honestly, I just need to write. Whether it’s stories or shitty poetry or self-destructive and… Continue reading song.
First: this post has no point. It’s a mess, and so am I these days. I make no apologies for anything I write or put out there – this is me, and if we hang out together, I’m often very controlled because I’m self-conscious and don’t wish to be arrested. But in writing, I am… Continue reading messy.