it's a convoluted mess
Listen. The whole goddamn world is on fire. And I don’t want to talk about it. Today I have squishy feelings because it was nine years ago that I went on a date with a boy I met on the internet. We sat in a Caribou halfway between our respective homes and talked for eight hours. The weather was snow-raining and gray and cold, which is exactly what is happening outside my window right now…. Keep reading…Nine…
Writing is hard. It’s a very cyclical thing for me. It moves along in stages. What those stages are, how long they last, and whether or not I recognize them as they’re happening all vary on a case by case basis. Right now I’m in the JFC everything is crap stage. It happens. I’ve spent a lot of time staring at my writing folder—like I do—trying to discern what I should be working on. Truth… Keep reading…Swinging at smoke…
I try to keep up with current events in the news so I have at least some idea of what’s going on in the world, but it can really take a harsh toll on my mental health. Especially as of late with the rapidly approaching election and the terrifying prospect of a horrific, degenerate psychopath becoming our next president. Instead… Things that are good… 1.) We ordered new blinds for all of our windows. (All… Keep reading…Emotionally overrun…
Seven years ago I married a boy I met on the internet. Statistically, we should be seeing a decline in our relationship at this point. The Seven Year Itch is something that actually happens according to research. I’d say for us, the longer we’re together, the better we get. Does that make us special? No. Not really. Plenty of people survive statistics. My parents have been married for fifty years. It’s not always rainbows and… Keep reading…The Seven Year Itch…
Writing is a weird beast. You’d think after two-thirds of my life, I’d learn to just roll with it, but it continually serves to boggle my mind. I get these elaborate essays built up in my head, but when I sit down to write it out, it’s just an epic disaster of incoherence. And…I think I just came up with a new tagline for my writing. Ahem. Anyway. I’m writing new things. And by “new”… Keep reading…Can’t remember all the details…
Writing is hard. I’m still in a bit of recovery mode after my mental meltdown over one single writing project. And while we’ve had a few moments of mild reprieve from gross summer weather, I’m still feeling the effects of SAD. Though I do have a little bit more of a handle on the anxiety that has been all-consuming now that I know where it’s been coming from. Getting back to writing after an inadvertent… Keep reading…Over and under…