Ah, 2016. I figured I'd run a review of the last year, look at how things have changed with regards to writing and personal-ish things. So my year's key points, as brief as I can keep them: Jobs left: 2. One was, admittedly, the temp-contract-ending kind of deal. I was sorry to leave yesterday. NaNoWriMo: Yes.… Continue reading 2016: A Writing Review
my first folly was trying to understand. it came about in my seventeenth year, from a deep-seated need to pare down wildness into several tiny labelled boxes. i thought myself prepared; drawing the first answers only gave way to new ones. every answer i found was thinly covered, so obvious i couldn't understand why i… Continue reading folly (150)
I'm actively kind of surprised at myself, that I have't already used this as a blog title... well, today's not a creative sort of day. I've been all at odds and ends and my computer successfully aggravated me to no end tonight, so here we are. Last night, thanks to The Roadworks, I managed to… Continue reading Tabula Rasa
the heart rate slows, oxygen and blood slower around the body. there's calm and calm precedes the onset of boredom. the mind is next to slow, lack of stimuli whirling down to a whittled spiral. and the artist sits at her easel, brushes in hand and a row of paint tubes lined up before her.… Continue reading boredom (150)
the earth wavers under foot. to my left, there's a line of trees - steady, sturdy. to my right there's darkness, a void faltering in the night. straight ahead - who can tell?
the ground is still hot to the touch, ivy burnt off the exterior walls and red bricking now scorch-black and gray. this was her doing, her playing at being the mad wife shut up in the attic without ever thinking about how to pull it off. curtains have been torn from the window-rail, flung out the window… Continue reading Vignette (7)
burnt out; i'm tired, running on adrenaline to build up something that's been built so highly i can't manage it any longer. people call it a passion, something to be admired and envied and celebrated until it dried up. the energy has run out - the magic has gone, evaporated into a mist of grandeur and… Continue reading passion (150)
fish out of water gasping for new air, failing - trying oh-so-hard. airless environment, desperate to breathe, stifled - pigeonholed by now. the mold is set, dried and locked up for safekeeping - the role is carved in.
A young woman is hunched over her computer. She alternates between taking her headphones off and slipping them on. There's an open Word document and she types fast, so fast that errors litter the page, a veritable written battleground. Squiggly red lines and littler green lines are everywhere. She doesn't pause to run corrections. Instead,… Continue reading Vignette (6)
months creep by faster time is racing on ahead: catch up if you can. a hollow room is full of emptiness - when was anyone last here? there's an eerie tone to the air: it waits, old and uncirculated.