Every year it comes and I watch from the sidelines. My fellow writers get excited for National Novel Writing Month, AKA NaNoWriMo. It's an event where you commit to working on your manuscript(s) every single day of November and, if the gods roll the dice just right and the planets align, you will have a... Continue Reading →
I've decided to start a new series of posts that I'm calling "Thinking Out Loud". These will be short posts on thoughts and observations that have taken roost in my brain. This is the first of the series. Comments are always welcome. We can think out loud together. CW: drug and alcohol usage I went... Continue Reading →
(The quotes in this post, unless indicated, are from Zen and the Art of Happiness by Chris Prentiss. I highly recommend this book to anyone looking for peace.) “The Universe does not make mistakes.” I have been seeking my place in the Universe for as long as I can remember, from the crowded bleachers at... Continue Reading →
The only excuse I have for being absent from this blog is that I have gone through changes (as have all of us), both beneficial and unfavorable, enough to make one sulk and wallow in their own self-pity. Usually that's my shining moment to write but, months ago, my love for writing had become a... Continue Reading →
My therapist asked me to think about why I don’t give myself credit. Whether I post it on this blog or journal it out, she asked me to examine why I feel the need to bring myself down. What should I take credit for, though? I call myself a writer, yet the projects I’m working... Continue Reading →
(Content warning: pet death) In 2010, my parents got a beagle puppy and named her Molly. She was playful with a high-pitched yip and a voracious appetite. She had accidents on the carpet and chewed up Mom’s flip flops during her worst teething phase. This pup could get on your last nerve, but the moment... Continue Reading →
I was a ‘fraidy-cat. I hated Halloween and avoided that aisle in the department store whenever the season rolled around. The only horror I could stomach was R.L. Stine’s Goosebumps series even though they would keep me awake. I think I only read them because my classmates were reading them. I still don’t like that... Continue Reading →
I was in kindergarten sitting at the back of the class when I started to pull out my eyelashes. I don’t know what made me do it but I knew that it comforted me. On the other hand, I knew that what I was doing was bad, so I became good at hiding it. One... Continue Reading →
Photo by Harry Cunningham @harry.digital on Pexels.com There are many forms of self-care whether it be making art, soaking up a rainbow bath bomb, getting a pedicure, or binge-watching Nailed It! for the third time. But what about just making a cup of tea? Every culture has tea rituals. In China, tea is brewed at... Continue Reading →
Chucky Photo: United Artists When I was six, I saw you on a TV spot for Child’s Play 2 chasing people with a knife. After that, all I could think about for the rest of my childhood was your butt-ugly face and that god-awful outfit. You made my generation wary of their favorite toys. I... Continue Reading →
