daily journal
I will write my way back to you
I will wield my words like machetes, chopping through the thickest vines and jungle, through tweets and emails, through word of mouth and podcasts.
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The Sullen Groundskeeper
Something about this guy's posture and walk made me shudder. I felt so alone and vulnerable, trying to figure out how to escape, when Mr. Sulky Face walked up. I looked into his glum, deathly face and his beady black eyes
confessions
When your body is the price of admission
I wondered, what if we weren't in this dark room with the thick walls? Would you show me off in public? Or am I too 'unconventional' for you?
my ambition monster
I went to a writing workshop last week where they had us each write a story in 15 minutes. This was mine.
canary in a coal mine
Writing after a long absence feels like reuniting with a best friend. They come out of airport arrivals and the sun is in their hair and they smile that way that feels like the first warm day of spring, and you run up and hug them and everything, in that moment, feels like fate.
The Hallway Made of Stars
Our house is a peeling wall of grey paper, spoiled milk cabinets, sludge brown concrete. I'm standing where I last saw you, a dead bouquet of your wildflowers still in my hand, my vision so cloudy, my body so tired, since you got lost in our hallway to
confessions
i'm back: the ink is an ocean
I've been writing so much, so quickly, that my pen ink overwhelms the page, and when I shut my notebook at night it seeps out the edges, first in a trickle then a pour, rushing off my desk in rivers down the stairs like blood in an old horror film.
The start.
I launched my podcast yesterday. 27 people have listened to my first episode, and 13 of them have reached out personally to tell me how much they loved it. 48% of the listeners to my first episode personally reached out about it. I'm moved to tears over a
Cutthroat Karaoke
8pm last night She leans back cooly on the brewery benches, eyeshadow nuclear orange, eyeliner so sharp it could kill. "Have you been to cutthroat karaoke yet?" She asks. "It's so fun. The crowd decides when people get cut by doing a scissors motion with
People CAN change.
We've all heard that people can't change, that an old dog can't learn a new trick, that you should never expect anyone to be anything other than what they show you the first time. This limits people into believing that they aren't
writing what I want vs what I think I should want
You can have Mr. Boring, I don't want him
I don't know if men get this too (guy readers, lemme know if you do), but women often get the advice to give a man a chance if he's a bit boring. The logic is that a healthy, secure man might not trigger the stress feelings