So. I am truly, without a doubt, the Very Worst Self-Marketer. Why? Because my latest book has been out for weeks and I haven’t said anything. Prolly ’cause depression & anxiety have been getting the best of me. I haven’t been tending to The Babadook as I should. (ICYMI, “Babadook” is the name of my …
Once again, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve blogged. Is that still a thing? Can minutes still have temperature? Or is that just slang of the Olds? For someone who spends as much time on the internet as I do, I am not current on slang among the kiddos. On the other hand, I …
i have set you a place at my tablecome now, sitdon’t be shywe both know i’m quit of ignoring you you shudder with terrible lifeyour shackles clink and rattlethrow them offsee?i don’t tighten them anymore drag yourself across that lightless spacethrough the muck and the squalor i imposedcreep slink slither stompup the stairs i splintered …
Well, I’ve missed a few weeks again of blogging here. It’s because late July through end of August kinda kicked my tushie. The kid was sick. I was sick. The two of us went on a last-minute mini-vay with my mom. The kid started 1st grade. (WHAT MANNER OF INSANITY IS THIS.) I got sick …
I’m using this post as a repository for images that resonate with me concerning depression, anxiety, fatigue, and so forth. Who knows? There might even be happy stuff here on occasion. But don’t expect it. This is the darkness. Here there be dragons. And they’re not the cuddly kind. _____________________________ For a long time now, …
“Hey, how are ya?” “How’s it goin’?” “How’s life?” “Whatcha been up to?” “How are you?” These are all variations of the same question. They all mean the same thing. They’re all delivered in the same tone. They all expect the same style of answer. Tone: bright, casual, cheery Style: superficial In reality, this “how …
What a deceptive title. One, because this post has nothing to do with Star Wars, at least not directly. Two, because the hope I’m thinking of isn’t new in the conventional sense. It’s more of a renewable hope. Or a continually-renewed hope. I sit here in the final minutes of 2016 (it’s literally 5 minutes …