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Tag Archives: dreams
Dreams. I don’t remember them often. I wake to a hazy shade of blank in the morning, most days. Not this morning. Somehow aware I was sleeping and dreaming, I couldn’t shake my disturbing visions – splicings of abuse and trauma all swirling in my head. The Characters Coffee shop, old-style American ‘70s joint with tattered vinyl booths, [...]
They don’t tell you that knowing who you are isn’t enough. They don’t teach you that having a sense of identity doesn’t equal understanding how that identity fits into society. They don’t say that loving what you’re gifted in doesn’t mean you’ll ever be able to make a living at it, or even that you’ll [...]
My day daunts me. I must find nuggets of awesomeness that define me as a person and writer, deep within these stacks of posts. I’ve no idea where to begin. Other than the beginning, that is. In the next 27 hours, I have to somehow distill all that I have to say, the whole of my [...]
I’m blogging so much because I don’t want to write my book. You realize this, don’t you? That’s okay, it’s just temporary. I’m adjusting. Going straight to work on the book is too ballsy psychologically — it’s accepting I’ve really been laid off, and it’s acknowledging that I have choices I need to make about my [...]