Fall Cleaning and Deep Thoughts
A former writing professor of mine once mentioned to our class that keeping a notebook on hand at all times was a great habit for those who like to play with words and thoughts to adopt. We tend not to remember as well as we planned those important random thoughts we enthusiastically commit to memory in the moment. Or perhaps that’s a “me” thing. I … Continue reading Fall Cleaning and Deep Thoughts
Tattoo Number Nine Is Pending
I have eight tattoos currently, and no regrets. My first ink was a thirtieth birthday present: I got a tattoo of the crown chakra, and had it done in purple. The crown chakra represents knowledge and peace, which I felt were nicely aspirational sentiments for a tattoo. It’s on my back, just above the left shoulder blade. It’s the only tattoo I can’t see without … Continue reading Tattoo Number Nine Is Pending
Seventy-Three Questions, Seventy-Three-ish Answers
Introduction I’ve been struggling with doing this last bit, and that struggle extends into writing. Part of the blame lies with mood, and part of it is a result of pain. Depression leaves me apathetic and unmotivated, and the pain associated with carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand, along with the carpal metacarpal arthritis in both hands, makes working with my hands difficult. The … Continue reading Seventy-Three Questions, Seventy-Three-ish Answers
Dystopian Lit and the Happily Ever After.
I like dystopian literature. It’s one of my favourite genres. I like the combination of the unflinching view of humans and how base, violent, and nasty we can get, with the yearning hope for better that’s also part of the story. Sometimes, the hopefulness seems terribly pointless and misplaced, and often, especially early on in the stories, darkness seems to triumph, but that’s usually a … Continue reading Dystopian Lit and the Happily Ever After.
From Famine to Feast 