I stayed up late last night, and when I finally went to bed I had an idea for a story — my first real story since The Critique. I got out of bed, went upstairs and wrote it down in ten minutes. The story came out of me so truly and with such abandon that [...]
Archive > February 2005
I’ll find a way.
Feeling much, much better today. Not sure what had hold of me this past week, but it felt like an identity crisis coupled with some chemical fluctuations. To get away from worrying about writing I spent days working on my house. I reworked my living room tables (sand, paint white, distress, seal) and fixed the [...]
Weathering the weather.
Warning: mopey, depressing entry ahead. Save yourself the trouble and go here instead. Bad day. Again. Thinking of Richey Edwards and what it takes to make the feelings of being lost go away. Little successes aren’t enough, but they fill the time with something other than sleeping or staring blankly into space. Been getting a [...]
A new day.
It was supposed to be 72 and sunny today, but the fog rolled in last night, drenching everything in a slick wetness, and today the clouds linger. It is about 53 degrees, and the only sensible thing to do is to stay inside, write and sip tea. I am not completely sensible, so I went [...]
I’m o.k. Trust me.
Today was rough. I went to yoga, which helped, and am now sitting in a quiet, dark house while watching Seven. They say it will snow tonight. I have been getting help with my writing, and today a critique came through that at first felt like getting slapped in the face. Literally. I could feel [...]
