{trigger warning: detailed description of self-harm particularly mutilation} How can you atone for an incorrect existence? I spent most of my life believing that something had gone horribly wrong, and as a result I was born. No one said otherwise. The effort to atone for my incorrect existence quickly became the only way...
Category Archives: Find Me In September“I need to tell you what’s going on…” A baby boy in the back seat begins to fuss from hunger and exhaustion. “Okay. Go on.” She listens as she drives. Realizing the weight of her foot on the gas pedal equals the weight of her heart. Baby boy’s whimpering has given way to full blown wails... I’ve been writing this story for two years. Well, okay- I started it two years ago. Since then, I’ve turned it over and over. Every time I entered it once again, my palms would get hot and my fingers stiff. I’d stare at the computer screen. For a long time. It’s gone almost nowhere in... I’m reading Natalie Goldberg’s book, Writing Down The Bones right now. This is not my main point, but it. is. so. good. Okay, anyway- I just happened to read the chapter Writing is a Communal Act yesterday. I really need(ed) to get this through my head. I’ve smothered my first-thoughts of writing with self condemnation... *Day 5 of the 15 Habits of Great Writers came out, most unexpectedly, as a poem after “shipping” my idea to a couple of close friends. I’ve been prepared for this my whole life. Set apart from the beginning; un-picked. Heels dug-in Never understood; kept in the dark Scribble-scribble, all-the-while (it felt) for no reason, no... |
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