I mentioned writer’s block yesterday, and here’s why: I’ve been chewing on how to talk about this without sounding mean-spirited or like I’m slinging mud for the sake of it. The problem is, when the truth itself is ugly, there’s only so much you can do to make it sound polite. And honestly? I’m not …
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Well, isn’t that just lovely? I managed to hit some mystery key sequence that deleted the work I’d already started on this post. Given my current streak of writer’s block, maybe that’s a blessing in disguise. Or maybe it’s just another opportunity to stare at the blinking cursor and mutter expletives at my laptop. …
Well, after today’s first round of Fasnacht parades and some early morning fishing, I took a minute to look over my recent brainstorm writing to figure out how I’m really feeling. After reading through it all, I realized I’m still really angry. I’m not even sure why exactly—so many things have happened since the start …
I’ve slept like shit the last few nights—tossing, turning, always waking up in the middle of the bed, like the physical center somehow echoes the emotional void around me. As I was getting ready for bed last night, a thought kept bubbling up: God, I wish I had stopped ignoring the signs. I wish I’d …
