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Out, Damned Spot!

I see the blue veins just under the skin, that are getting a little more pronounced – a fact I try to ignore is due in part to aging.  And then I notice IT – glaring out as though it were an odd eyeball that just opened.

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When It’s The Worst

It’s bad when I decide to get out of the house and head to a coffee shop (any coffee shop), but when I get there I don’t talk to anyone and spend every last second feeling like every set of eyes is on me.

Edge of Procrastination: Live, Stall, Repeat

Writing is hard – especially when you aren’t doing it.  I should have been writing this whole evening after I got home from work.  I had every intention to get some thoughts down, some outlines laid out, some stories started, etcetera, etcetera, Peter etCetera.  

Turns Out I Was Just Mostly Dead

Boy, has it been a while since I’ve been on here.  I’ve been busy finding myself (turns out I was hiding in the couch cushions the whole time (I’m so sorry for that, please forgive me)).  And maybe it wasn’t that I was busy finding myself but finding my way through and maybe just a little bit afraid of all the things I wrote before.  I even thought maybe I should just delete this and start all over with another blog but screw it.  My habit of quitting things because they aren’t perfect is something I need to break. 

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