250 words about writer’s block.

I think I have writer’s block. We’ll go with that, anyway. I write, I just hate every bit of what I produce. It’s stilted and never what I’m trying to say. The Recycle Bin on my desktop is getting a workout. (A brief pause as I change the channel on the background noise. “Dr. Phil”…… Continue reading 250 words about writer’s block.

My second dose and existentialism.

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I think about the meaning of life regularly. The “why” of existence – my own and in general terms – has always been a puzzle. Why people? Why life? Why headcheese? The largeness of the questions provokes my retreat, often in unhealthy ways. It gets scary out in the dark reaches. I avoided dealing with…… Continue reading My second dose and existentialism.

Chronic pain and mental illness.

When you add chronic pain to mental illness, you get a perfect storm of fuckery. It’s a miserable convergence that’s leaving me not only unmoored but unable to figure out how to fix the situation: I’m distracted by the miseries of pain and pins and needles that rip up my body in greater and lesser…… Continue reading Chronic pain and mental illness.