I’m doing Bloganuary again this year, though I still think it should be “bloguary.” Why am I doing it again? Why not? It’s a way to start the new year with a kick of busyness. This is a good thing. We’re not unlike rocks with our tendency to inertia – a body at rest tends to stay at rest. I’m bored with being becalmed, however, … Continue reading Why do you write?
These Monday meme clearance posts are a smidge stressful. For one, I write them in WordPress proper – I usually write in Word before editing, and before copy and paste. I expect more errors this way. I don’t return much to previous posts, however, so in the real world, it’s not that big of a problem. It’d be nice if anxiety cared about reality. Perfectionism … Continue reading A look inside my brain.
I loved the heat register in my home. Pretty vents decorating the floor, making things warm and cozy; I’m a fan of both. I sat on top of them when I was a child, nightgown spread wide to capture the warm air, a tiny parachute of heat, my quilt on my lap to make sure that no warm air was lost to my bedroom’s surrounds. … Continue reading The register.
My life feels odd. I’m adrift mentally and emotionally. I’m still bleeding from a multiplicity of wounds received in rapid succession. Things have calmed enough now to feel and attend to them. My brain is also starting to calm. My thinking brain is turning back on. Things don’t go well for me when reactivity is driving the bus. I don’t have much in the way … Continue reading puttering.
From Famine to Feast. 