it's a convoluted mess
When I was a kid, I thought didn’t like chili. I can’t pinpoint why exactly, but I remember I never wanted to eat it when my mom made it for dinner. I’m always trying to figure out a solid go-to list of recipes to make for dinner and many times Bob and I circled back to chili. When looking at the general ingredients, there’s not really anything in there that we don’t like. Why not… Keep reading…No frills Chili…
…wearing too much makeup the burden that you carry is more than one soul could ever bear… I should probably have more Jayhawks music in my collection than I do. Save it For a Rainy Day may or may not be on the Ben & Marina soundtrack for the sole reason that Marina is named in the song. And I may or may not have concocted a scene between the pair during a rain storm… Keep reading…Looking like a train wreck…
Contrary to the inanity that I write here…I don’t suck at writing. That is not an easy thing for me to admit out loud. (Or in print on the internet, as the case may be.) I am the queen of self-deprecation, and depression and anxiety like to try to convince me I suck at merely existing most days. I have a difficult time saying I’m a good writer without feeling like a complete fraud. Every… Keep reading…But that one night…
I feel like I’m running out of time on an important deadline. I haven’t done any prep work. I am completely unprepared to even start, much less finish on time. It sounds like some sort of stress dream. Only it’s not a dream. It’s just one of the many obnoxious ways my brain manifests unexplained anxiety. I’m not actually running on any deadlines—that I know of. It’s entirely possible there’s something I need to do,… Keep reading…Never quite ready at all…
I’m genuinely curious how old people think I am when they see me. For the most part, I get the impression people think I’m much younger than I am. It could have a lot to do with my height (4′ 11.5″). I don’t even register on most “adult” height charts. They all start at five-feet. Every time I get measured at the doctor, the nurse always double and often triple checks because I can’t possibly… Keep reading…It’s hard to see it now…
It’s three in the morning. I have an appointment at 10AM. Sleep is for the weak, apparently. I’ve been trying to sort out the latest writing debacle happening in my head and I think I’ve only served to confuse myself further. I am good at things. It’s no secret that I repeat myself constantly when it comes to writing. (And everywhere else, but we’re not talking about that right now.) When a story loses steam… Keep reading…Holding down this spot…