Hello, I am planning on revamping this blog soon. Smiling picture (seems appropriate, right?), adding contact information, changing the Facebook page a bit, reblogging old posts. You know why? Because I am wondering whether this blog is ever going to earn me some kind of income or fame (tbh that would be nice), and I figure … Continue reading A Quick Blog Insider
I haven't heard back from the interviewer (two days later than she said she'd contact me), and now I'm looking at the possibility of freelance writing jobs. I have never felt so unmotivated to "put myself out there," and yet I have never needed to be out there more. Sigh.
11:42 p.m. You think you’re fed up with all these late-night haiku? Try writing them, pal.
Guys. Team. Readers. My stomach's in my throat right now. !!! So. I got accepted to write for this really cool blog called Young Mormon Feminists. And I'm freaking out but no big deal. Hopefully I will be able to eventually get over my anxiety/excitement about this opportunity. But in case I am killed by hordes … Continue reading Last Words Before Brutal Death by Hordes of Young Mormon Feminists
So, is the new Gravatar a little too intimidating? I’m almost embarrassed when my family walks in on me scrutinizing my blog design (while avoiding my own salacious gaze). Really, people, if it’s too much, send up a flare. I’d hate to have you avoid this site because you’re ashamed to see me cyber flirting … Continue reading Concentrating Is Hard Today
Writer’s Torrent Slave to the keyboard, neck arched, wrists aching. Eyes closed, clickety-clack, a new story in the making. Take my heart and soul, twist my words into fire; burn black font up the page, my voracious literary sire. A violent mental tug of war frees the drip-drop patterned thoughts. Sticks and stones may break … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Writer’s Torrent
*trigger warning* Reason$ to Live The old feelings return and my concentrated suffering could kill every light in the city. I can’t even trust the emptiness to stay; abandons me faster than hope and leaves me numb. I can’t even complain because I’ve been worse. Perspective. It’s cheaper to hide than to act; blood flows … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Reason$ to Live