Category: public admissions

The usual session…

Sara

If we’re being perfectly honest, I’ve been a colossal train wreck lately. No, no—more than usual. I’ve been struggling with some bad anxiety, which drives the depression to serious lows, which fuels the anxiety, which drives the depression, which…you get it. There are things that are easy to identify in terms of what’s causing the issues, but they are not the only things. And while Generalized Anxiety Disorder is a pretty safe assumption when I… Keep reading…The usual session…

Trying to figure out what to do…

Sara

I can generally tell how invested I am in a given writing idea based on how much time I spend designing house plans for it. If I build from the ground up, as opposed to reusing an existing plan, I’m usually on the fixated side of the fence. No, no. More than usual. The gears are grinding on an idea that has been around for quite some time, but has gone through several incarnations—different characters,… Keep reading…Trying to figure out what to do…

Ink…lings…

Sara

I want a tattoo. Once upon a time I swore I’d never get one because someday I’d be old and that tattoo would be stupid and I’d regret it. Now I just want one. Because why the hell not? My story characters frequently have them. And every time I focus on the design and meaning behind a fictional person’s permanent ink, I start to think more about getting ink for myself. So what’s stopping me?… Keep reading…Ink…lings…

Hair…

Sara

I have been perming my hair since I was eight years old. (And to everyone who says perms are awful, thank you so much for implying my hair looks like shit…which admittedly, sometimes it does. But that generally has nothing to do with the chemically induced curl.) Before that it was straight, fine, and very flat. Not every perm has been the greatest (third grade school pictures, I’m looking at you), but I’ve never had… Keep reading…Hair…

How it used to be…

Sara

Three weeks in a nutshell: … Joel got a new alternator and a new battery. … Bob’s car got two new tires to replace two bald tires. … The washing machine tried to escape the fucking laundry room. I’d thrown a blanket in to wash and went back upstairs to sort the rest of the laundry. Sometime during the cycle, something downstairs sounded like the whole fucking world was caving in. I went down to… Keep reading…How it used to be…

Let it all come out…

Sara

Every time I write about writing, I spend a ridiculous amount of time reading and rereading the post looking for reasons not to post it. I start and stop and tab out to another website, or another program entirely, and wait another day or two before reading the post again. It’s a very choppy, ADHD-esque process. I do a lot of the same starting and stopping and tabbing out to other screens when I’m writing… Keep reading…Let it all come out…