My writing over the last year and half has consisted of making lists, rewriting those lists, social media posts, and comments on social media posts. Not very inspiring or aspiring. The "void" is very real and fueled by a lack of time, constant interruptions from a loved one with Alzheimer's, depression, and never-ending grief. Life … Continue reading Writing in the Void
The Monster Within
I'm not sure if everyone has a monster living inside them. I assume so simply because mine is so grievous, I suppose. Sometimes I think people view monsters as things that happen to them, rather than being a part of themselves. But, for me, I've never assumed that the monsters acted upon me but rather … Continue reading The Monster Within
And This, Too, Is Life – Hour ONE
6:15 - get up, fall down the stairs amid 2 large dogs, coax them to sliding glass door which refuses to open because you're too tired to remember the safety lock 6:20 - after multiple curse words that the dogs now know well send them out "to go potty", one dog obeys although it is … Continue reading And This, Too, Is Life – Hour ONE
Economy
words they come in spurts and spurtles dribbling a gaseous odor attempting to cajole and cater and cavort with a world outside the bubble an economy imposed by grief
Connecting the Dots
I don't blog much anymore. Lol. Could you tell? The combination of my dad's death and moving in to take care of my mom and buying a farm and now having my husband traveling for work and gone most of the time zapped my creativity along with my time. Writing in general has taken the … Continue reading Connecting the Dots
The Older I Get
The older I get the far less tolerance I find I have for many things in this world. Actually, that's not quite true. Things are okay. Things don't bother me. People bother me. People with attitudes bother me. People who can't drive bother me. People who are rude bother me. Narcissistic people bother me most … Continue reading The Older I Get
8 months dry
For the past 8 months I have done almost no writing. After the death of my dad, the world, my world careened out of control. That's not to say I went off and pretended to be a college kid again or anything, no drugs or all night binges here. But grief does things to the … Continue reading 8 months dry
