One of my fave writers once said, "You know, when you first start writing you're going to suck. And so it's good to keep it to yourself, until maybe you don't suck as much." And, holy balls, do I hear that—too my very core, a phrase, by the way, I just learned originated from 14th-century … Continue reading Flesh out the Suck
A few days ago, Riley, the rambunctious ten-year-old girl who lives next door, while playing at our house, came to stand at the open door of my bedroom. Her eyes wide, she asked me, as I sat at my makeup vanity readying myself for work, if the room was mine. When I told her yes, … Continue reading Unapologetically Immature
It’s been just over two weeks since I landed in San Diego, and I’m so grateful to have a space to stay with a pretty rad bestie as I figure out my life. We’ve had fun - staying up late, cooking delicious meals, and laughing like a couple of teenagers. And in all of this, … Continue reading Sittin’ Pretty… or Sittin’, Anyway
It’s been a few days since I’ve done the stupid and told the world about my upcoming hippy trip. No turning back after outing myself in my supposed fearlessness. Brave? Courageous? More like crazy and irresponsible. And while I appreciate the positive sentiments I’ve received from everyone, the truth is there are moments when my … Continue reading Fakin’ It
It’s been sometime since I’ve thrown caution to the wind and abandoned reason- even responsibility. Some may believe I did just that when I took a month away from work last year to travel the East Coast of Australia. And maybe they’re right. At a job that offers no vacation pay, and bills that still … Continue reading Trippin’ with Trixie
Perspective. Personally, I find it to be a bitch of a reality, mostly because I want mine to always be the "right" one. But, since it seems two or more people can look at the exact same thing, and each see something entirely different, that surely isn't always the case. But I'm right, dammit! Unfortunately, by … Continue reading Waxing Objectivity
I… am a liar. I am a thief. I am a crook. I am a cheat. I’m a narcissist, I’m a hypocrite, I’m a procrastinator. I’m crazy, victimized, and maybe a little psycho. I’m a fraud. Even now, as I sit before my computer on one of the rare days when Creativity, the Elusive Bitch, … Continue reading Midlife What?
Jones has long been a good friend to me. We've laughed, cried, and even experienced a few mentally unstable moments together. And there he has been, ever a willing accomplice to my needs, and always the first to remind me what it was I was needing in the first place. We have trekked through my adult … Continue reading Farewell, Jones
I've always heard that writing- or any form of creativity, is a gift, something that we are bestowed with, and ought to be grateful for. This gift is to be honed, lest we break some biblical code, and our use of it is to fulfill some obscure prophecy. I can't personally agree to that, though, … Continue reading A Non-Story
It happens every time. As sure as the hairy spider hunkering down in the dark corner of my front porch ensnares the diseased, disgusting fly, it happens. Every. Damn. Time. Although not always on my front porch. My brain is like an overstuffed file cabinet, filled with remnants of old paperwork of days gone- paperwork … Continue reading Force Fed Creativity
