Planning for 2023 under the weighted blanket of post-holiday lethargy
Let’s get real—a long list of lofty goals (especially without a plan to make them happen) on Jan. 1 will be a list of abandoned items by Feb. 1.Â
Life as I know it
Using Robots to Keep the Pace
This morning I saw an ad on writing blog posts faster with robots. And it perfectly summed up the disgust I feel toward what it takes to keep my name out there. That we must now rely on effing ROBOTS to be able to keep the pace.Â
Wintering My Writing Routine
Here’s the truth of it all. I am passionate about writing. But once I started publishing, I replaced the need for creativity with a need to escape the daily grind of 9-5 work. My life goal became to make enough money from my books to quit my day job altogether and write for a living….
Honesty Files: What I’m leaving behind
I wrote this in my journal this morning, and was just going to keep this private. But I realized as I was writing that these are thoughts I’d like to share—because leaving a place of employment for a new job comes with a whole slew of emotions. My last day is tomorrow, and I am …
Poem: Wolf Howl (and the back story)
Watch any movie about an accident, and good cinematography will play the scene in slow motion. This is what it felt like as I sailed through air. I was aware of everything – the feeling of weightlessness before I landed, watching my dad drive away, believing he’d never know I was gone and I’d be lost forever.
2021: A Year of Going Slow
I think we all can agree that this year has been a whirlwind of a year. Now, no one wanted to claim 2021 to be “their year,” but let’s be honest – we were thinking it. I mean, anything had to be better than 2020, right? But here we are at the end of 2021, and, well….
Why I leave the lights on
The dark is all I saw through a winter that lasted for years until I finally left in the spring. And then, there was light.
Congratulations on your healthy attitude about food. I can’t relate.
I am well aware of how horrible diet culture and food restriction is. I also know how it is to feel absolutely out of control when you are steps away from a breakroom table overflowing with holiday treats, which you are trying to avoid because you can’t just eat one, you’ll eat the whole goddamn table.Â