Feeling Wordsworth, an off-the-cuff joint.
I don’t have writer’s block. I have a life block. Nothing feels quite right with me of late, and I don’t feel particularly present, either. Everything feels a little bit skewed and off-kilter. Part of this is timing – November is not my favourite month. It’s not the dark and dreary cold dampness, though that’s not thrilling either. It’s memories. The body remembers trauma, and … Continue reading Feeling Wordsworth, an off-the-cuff joint.
My Shopping Fast – an update.
A fearless inventory In September of this year (2024), I took an unflinching inventory of my clothing and makeup supplies. I had a lot of things to count. When I was done, I was horrified to discover that I seemed to have almost all the stuff. No wonder I felt like I had clutter. I do. I’ve spent much of my life trying to organize, … Continue reading My Shopping Fast – an update.
Instinct is a skill.
“Gifted” is mostly practice I find it odd when people use the phrase “gifted,” because what they’re labelling as “talent” is most often the result of hard work. Talent is nice, sure, but without training in the area of interest, it’s also fairly useless. The “talented” label also denies the work people put in. This is not to say that there isn’t a very tiny … Continue reading Instinct is a skill.
And Then There Were Books.
I like reading. It’s pretty much my favourite thing to do. I like fiction best, except when I’m in a nonfiction phase. I love an ebook because it lets me hide my consumption from people, but I also love a hard copy. One can get overwhelmed by books if you’re not a bit selective about acquisitions. I try to limit my physical purchases to favourite … Continue reading And Then There Were Books.
From Famine to Feast 