I got to have three (THREE) Thanksgivings this year. I spent a good 12 hours hanging out with my friend Jamie and his family, and now I know why I’m so fond of Jamie. Then I got to have post-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving with my family, and nobody talked about politics even one time which was so… Continue reading writing just to write.
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.