Recovery is a weird little monkey. There’s always this assumption that the concept is a linear one. It’s an assumption I still can’t quite shake sometimes, especially when I’m in a little dip. It’s more like one of those correlation graphs. A messy bunch of crosses that are more or less heading in a similar … Continue reading Marry the Flower.
Trees are sneaky bastards. I can’t admit anything, even to myself, without that confession getting caught up in leaves and branches. They rustle in the breeze, whispering my secrets back to me. So loud, I swear everyone else can hear too. So they’re bastards, but I like them anyway. They steal my thoughts, but they … Continue reading So. What now?
Here’s a moment: I’m not sure what day it is. I just know that it’s sometime between Christmas and New Year, and that I am awake. Because I am awake, I smoke. I open the door to find that it’s snowing. It’s four in the morning. There is total silence. I perch on the … Continue reading For Florence.
I dislike the word “should”. I sit in a scratchy chair in a shade of blue that is, frankly, offensive. Opposite me, a man with a kind smile hands me a green slip of paper, bearing a signature hastily scrawled in a pen that's almost out of ink. My eyes immediately gravitate towards the gaps … Continue reading Taking A Step Back
I’m taking a short break from The Book Without A Nickname, so I thought I’d come here and jot down a few things I’ve noticed about first drafting this time around, and my writing process in general. And yes, I know I talk about writing a lot. Would you rather me wail about emotional crap? … Continue reading How Do Write Book????
My life is so hideously riddled with symbolism, it's insane. Here's an example. Last January, my laptop died. Like all my hopes and dreams (come on, reader, you know I had to go there). Once I had worked myself to the bone, once my essays were officially submitted, once I no longer had a reasonable … Continue reading Finding the Story (Or, Elsie Gets Nostalgic)
Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming, reader. My general habit of making jokes to distract from sincere emotion is ingrained into my DNA so effectively, the prospect of writing this is physically painful. But I don’t like being told what to do, even by my genetic code, so here it is. 2017 was … Continue reading NYE
Okay so I want to talk (write, really, but imagine I'm talking – oh, while you're at it, imagine that I'm wearing a gown made of diamonds and lounging gracefully across a piano). So I want to talk about something, but I want to talk about it to something that won't talk back. I mean, … Continue reading Seeing Rainbows
So you know how last time I was all “wah wah wah I don't want to write anymore because my HEART is BROKEN” etc? Well, I finished that book. I finished it good. Honestly, it's pretty great and I'm super proud of myself. I love it so much, I kinda sorta developed a semi obsession … Continue reading I Am The God Of Reading (or, I Was Scared, But I Did It Anyway)
There are a couple of things I want to talk about. I mean, I don't really want to talk about it but whatever. I hate it already. Alright, let's get into it. I have never had a particularly good relationship with faith or belief. It's a nice idea, sure, but I'm more of a “seek … Continue reading An Anatomy of an Overdue Goodbye (Or, I Really Fucking Hate This).