November 19, 2017
Who I am
“How do I know what I think until I see what I say?”
-E.M. Forster
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November 4, 2017
Roller coasters are the devil’s handiwork
I accompanied my husband and my child to Six Flags this afternoon and, because I was clearly out of my mind or under the influence of something I wasn’t aware I had ingested, agreed to go on some roller coasters.
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July 2, 2017
Finding myself. Again.
It’s been months since I’ve written. Amended: it’s been months since I’ve written anything beyond an obituary, and that particular piece needed the courage that a bottle of wine provides. There have been a variety of reasons: I’m too busy and there’s crap at work and my mother is dying and the house is dirty, blah blah blah. I should have been writing through all of it and instead I’ve written through none of it. I’ve written plenty in my head, sure, but nothing made it to the fingers and onto the page. I have a novel ready for heavy editing. A flash non-fiction piece ready to send out for hopeful publication. A creative non-fiction book in the early stages of interviews and transcribing. A million short stories and essays backlogged in my brain, all fighting for air.
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January 5, 2017
First Printing
I took a big step earlier this week, which was so big for me and which I doubted would mean anything to anyone else.
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May 26, 2016
Thursdays
Thursdays have been my Monday lately. Thursdays used to be my Saturday, but for the past month-plus, they are definitely Mondays.
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March 9, 2016
Occupied. Thanks!
Forgive me if this is rambley but my mind is jumping all the over the place and I can’t keep up with the thoughts and they’re starting to pile up and so I just need to get them out before they overflow and I have a big mess to clean up.
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February 11, 2016
On Fear
Last week, when I couldn’t stop crying, I texted with a close friend. I had gone round the bend and knew even as I was typing that I was being irrational. Which only makes things worse. She was doing a phenomenal job of cheering me up by making me laugh, as she always does, when out of the blue she typed, “Maybe you’re crying bc you’re scared.” I stopped breathing. She was totally right, and I hadn’t even realized it.
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