Fiction Story Excerpt Blessed be those who battle daily a mind that knows no peace. m.a.young As night falls draping its solemn darkness upon the earth like a heavy winter blanket, she curls into a tiny ball in the corner of her bed expecting their arrival. Hands locked tightly around her knees, holding them close to her chest. Eyes open wide, fighting the need for sleep they will never receive.
COVID got me like “Bam! Knew you were full of sh*t!” All those years of typical loner attitude and introversion just weren’t quite enough to prepare me for this long haul social distancing. I used to dream about how nice it would be living away from people, not having to interact with anyone and just living my life. But I still live in a neighborhood surrounded by people. I don’t
“It’s been a long, long road this way But I’m still standing today, And I don’t care what anybody say, ‘Cause I’m still standing, I’m still standing today.” — Michael Franti & Spearhead – again. The past week or so I’ve probably played this song about 100 times or more. It’s uplifting. It’s motivating. It’s somehow comforting. I’m coming out of a fog that essentially smothered my entire life. The
It’s been another long day here. I barely got my hours in for my regular work, let alone managed to do much related to my writing. Spent four hours basically sitting in the car (as a favor for family) and between that and the odd ways in which I contort myself every other day of the week in order to get things done, it’s definitely taking a toll on me.
I’ve just been busy. Sounds like an excuse, doesn’t it? Yes, well. I currently have four posts in progress that I’m stressing over because, well, because I have anxiety and self-esteem issues and can pick apart just about every aspect of something each and every time I review it. Oh, wait, I can’t say it like that someone might think… or someone might take that the wrong way… this could