I didn’t plan it this way, but when I went to visit Brian in Arizona, in doing so I was also crossing three things off of my life list. Holy wow, life listers! You know this is sort of a big deal. And yet, I tend to take every endeavor I do with a grain of salt and an understanding that I will most likely fail. Failure has sort of been my theme, and as I am actively trying to change my theme, I didn’t really think that the life list would be a big part of that. Because, yeah, I laugh at my own life list. I have a little laugh at every life list I read online, because do any of us really
Late late Thursday night, so late it was really Friday morning, I got back from my trip to Arizona. I joked to Brian before I left him that if I were any more relaxed I would be asleep, and days later I have been lucky enough to hold on to the majority of that deeply relaxed feeling that has left me mostly quiet, and happy. I have SO. MANY. WORDS. about my vacation, so many photos and stories to share from my trip, but now I just want to hold on to some of this quiet and peace for just a little while longer. On vacation, I barely checked my email, and I didn’t blog and I didn’t even write. I was completely disconnected from
Well, I failed. I intended to blog every day for a year and I totally failed. But you know what? That’s okay. Whatever. I’ll try again next year. Or maybe I’ll try again next month, or maybe I won’t try again at all. Well, no. I will try again, January 1 2014 or before, because damnit I CAN DO IT! But I just have to find a way to do it that is right for me. To be fair, my goal to blog daily didn’t really have much to do with blogging at all, which is probably the exact reason why I failed at it. The only purpose I had in doing it was to give myself the discipline (and gift) of daily writing. It
you never want to hear that someone you love is missing maybe it would be better to just be told that people you love are dead and that way, if they are ever found, you can be filled with joy and wonder because when you just hear that someone is missing there is only one emotion, and that is fear fear that wears masks fear of accidents, fear of getting a limb stuck under a boulder and having to cut off your arm to survive fear of deception, fear of thinking you’re going to get laid and then you get murdered and buried in the desert instead i’ve never been to the desert but when i heard you were missing all i could picture was
1.) There’s this new story I am working on now and it’s exciting because something feels different about it, and the thing that feels different is that I think it might actually be GOOD. 2.) I have been reading great books lately – there will be a lot to review soon once I actually finish them, but my ADD has me in the middle of five books at a time. 3.) I have great author friends who write amazing books, like AFTERBIRTH by Belinda Frisch. 4.) I’m going to Arizona in TWENTY-TWO DAYS! 5.) And today I’m grateful for Schmutzie, for being a good listener and advice giver and friend when I needed one tonight. And especially, for this: How to Forgive Yourself When You’ve
Disclaimer: If you have not read the first book in The Strandville Zombie Series, which you can read my review of right here, you may want to skip this post. If you HAVE read the first Strandville novel, Cure, you might want to read that view anyway, and then come back here. Okay, you with me? Great! Afterbirth is the most recent book I finished. I was sent a proof copy by the author for reviewing and unlike some books I have been given for review, this one was a total pleasure. As usual, here is the blurb from Goodreads: The survivors of the Nixon Center escape struggle in a post-apocalyptic world where the walking dead aren’t the biggest threats. Working from a remote, mountain
Yesterday I started writing something new. This would normally be the part where I tell you everything it’s about and share parts of it with you online, or with friends out in the world. I don’t think I am going to do that this time, though. I worked really hard on Arctura for a few weeks, and the problem I think, the reason I think I stopped being excited about that project, was because I shared it with people. I printed it out and gave a copy to Gina, and even worse, I started to talk to Chris about astronomy and space and science, SCIENCE! And that lead me to think to myself the usual thing I think to myself which is, It’s crap, this