Category: writing

Voluntary victim…

Sara

It’s December. 37 Weeks… We survived November, but I’ll finally believe there’s a chance things will start to change in a positive direction if we get to January 21st without the festering pile of rotting excrement fucking up everything even more than he already has. Thanksgiving was just the two of us at home, and while it was nice to not have the three-day post social gathering hangover recovery, it was really weird. I haven’t… Keep reading…Voluntary victim…

Any place but here…

Sara

Any time but now… Week 33… Tomorrow is fucking election day and we’re completely fucked no matter which way it goes so fuck everything forever. I had many ideas and intentions to make this more like a real blog post but…FEH. I’m so fucking tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally FUCKING EXHAUSTED. So here is a barely half-assed lead-in to my monthly Last.fm stats. This word count is one of the only things helping me hold on… Keep reading…Any place but here…

Pretty ain’t a job…

Sara

Week 20… Five months… I haven’t written a real blog post in a very long time. By “real” I mean, a blog post with a lot of words for the sake of a blog post with a lot of words and not these snippet things that are just a lead-in to my monthly Last.fm stats. It’s not for lack of trying…mostly. I’ve started countless drafts that eventually ended up in the trash because it just… Keep reading…Pretty ain’t a job…

No one on the radar…

Sara

Apparently it’s May. The 12th according to my computer as I type this. Alright then. I’ll take your word for it. Hell if I know. Every day just smears into the next and the only real distinction between weekdays and weekends is whether or not Bob is working in the living room or playing a game at his desk…or in the living room. Is this really that much different from “normal” times? Not really. But… Keep reading…No one on the radar…

Living out of time…

Sara

I have no idea what the hell day it is. According to my computer it is 8AM on Saturday, February 1st. Alright then. Last year was absolute shit for writing. Then something happened in December and I started dumping out words on a story at a rate I haven’t experienced in a VERY long time. I couldn’t tell you the last story that saw that much progress in that short of a time period. Thirty-thousand-some-odd… Keep reading…Living out of time…

Didn’t even come close…

Sara

January. I really love our Christmas vacation every year. Once we get through the obligations of social gatherings, we hole-up at home and avoid people and enjoy our time together just the two of us, doing whatever the hell we want. Usually playing video games, watching things on the internet, staying up too late, sleeping in, de-stressing, and being US. And then vacation ends and it is a rough reentry into reality and routine. But… Keep reading…Didn’t even come close…