Friday, February 28, 2020
My day started at 12:45 am. A loud, ripping sound woke me. It sounded like fabric being torn apart. I wish that were the case. The sound emitted came from
My day started at 12:45 am. A loud, ripping sound woke me. It sounded like fabric being torn apart. I wish that were the case. The sound emitted came from
You know it’s perfect. Double-checked, triple-checked, revised, and reviewed. Free of errors and ready to send, you take one final look at your query. It is perfect. You hit send,
Can’t seem to zero in on any singular item. It’s noisy and time is limited. This bastard has me trapped in the present and fettered to reality. Seated among the
Every generation has its icons. Towering images that overshadow everything that toils beneath their likeness. Today, that pantheon of icons is smaller. And all will feel that contraction. Who will
Who’s Tired? Waking up at five in the morning and diving into a vat of coffee is the only way I’m functional. Weary and weak, facing the span ahead to
Suicide. It’s a hot topic these days. Everyone wants everyone else not to take their own life. You google the best ways to kill yourself, and all that comes up
Never settled. Never felt any permanence. Never thought I was a finished product. I could not get out of my hometown, Lucas, Ohio, fast enough. Not that it was a
It all started after I wrote and revised and revised and revised, my very first manuscript. You see, I had this story that I poured my heart and soul into,
“You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children” Madeleine L’Engle Adults
Work, rest, repeat. That process is a wheel; it spins and never seems to relent. The grind sometimes feels like you are digging deeper and moving further from the warmth