it's a convoluted mess
So are we gonna give in? What happens if we fall? — I keep digging around in the drafts folder (20 posts) looking for material to use. There’s this one that I keep circling back to as it’s actually complete, but completely irrelevant. I wrote a whole thing about a couple of story projects that were at the forefront of the moment, and it was a decent, complete post, but I didn’t publish it at… Keep reading…Never been here before…
What a way to start the new year…. According to revision history, I started this draft on December 27th. The last edit, before now, was January 3rd. When I opened up the draft, I realized the post was finished, I just never actually hit publish. Sure it’s March and it’s old news and I already posted about it on Instagram. But it’s a finished post, so just publish the damn thing and get it… Keep reading…Three hundred and sixty-four more days…
Oh hey it’s March. And here I thought I was going to start the year off with writing more here. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…ha…ha…ha… Ha. Ha. Ha. *ahem* Anyway. I have tried—TRIED—to write here so many times since my last post. But every time I open this same draft (started January 11th according to revision history) I find myself floundering, at an absolute loss for something to say. Which pretty much sums up all of my writing as… Keep reading…When the pictures fade…
It’s that time again. 2018 is the Year of the Dog. 2011…The House… 2012…Denver and Andy Grammer… 2013…If it Ain’t One Thing… 2014…The Phantom Smoke Stench… 2015…WTF Day Is It… 2016…The Whole Gaddam World is on Fire…. 2017 was The Year of…The Nose…and OMFG WHAT NOW??? Hoo boy. Hey, remember last year when I talked about things getting worse before they get better and how long is it going to take to… Keep reading…A Year in Review…2017…
Andy Grammer. Remember when I had about seventy-five embarrassing posts in a row babbling incessantly about this guy? Yeah. He still holds a prominent place in my music-obsessed heart. When we saw him live last year, he played a new song called The Good Parts. It was just him and his piano and it was magic. I’ll admit it. I cried the first time I listened to this thing. (Nevermind I cry at… Keep reading…Sunshine Soldier…
It’s offensive-something-o’clock in the middle of the night and I’m sitting at my desk in the dark with a mug of room-temperature tea. As I’m writing this, the oldest post on the main page of ye olde blog is my Year in Review survey for 2016. Which means I’ve only published ten posts in 2017. If I actually post this one, it will finally push that one to the next page. But still. That’s pathetic…. Keep reading…Standing in the dark…