Gone fishing. Or fishin’. I’m never sure. The point is, I’m going. Not fishing. I don’t fish. I’m down with lazily floating on a lake in the sunshine, assuming the sun ever arrives for more than a fifteen-minute window on the West Coast this year, but catching and killing something is far outside my comfort zone. Fish comes from Captain Highliner. Period. At any rate, … Continue reading Gone fishing.
(Priorities (part one)) My least favourite part of writing is when I sit down to the sleeping computer and I can see my reflection in it. The more depressed I get, the harder it gets to look at myself. I told my counsellor today that I had an image of reaching into the computer and shredding every scrap of evidence of my online presence because … Continue reading There’s some anger (part two)
I’m not a good person when I’m seriously depressed. I’m not good with myself and I’m not good with other people. Perhaps it’s because you can’t give what you don’t have? If you can’t give yourself love, respect, and acceptance; if you can’t give yourself empathy, caring, and understanding, you won’t be giving it to other people. At least not consistently. Even if you think … Continue reading Priorities (part one).
I do some of my best thinking when my brain is acting up. And when I’m depressed. I write some of my best poetry when darkness descends, something that annoys me a little; it’s such a trite and expected thing. I get philosophical when my brain is acting up. I get contemplative. I search for a purpose. It’s all very deep. I also do bad … Continue reading Some of my best thinking.
From Famine to Feast 