Now I’m a bag adrift in this never-ending sea
Trying to remember how it ever felt to breathe
Tag Archives: Relatable
If I could give less than one star, I would.
I’m pretty sure this product is made with toxic materials because ever since I got it, I’ve been gradually feeling worse and worse. I’ve got lower back pain, my knees grind and pop, and acid reflux keeps me awake every night.
Guests in the Night
The edge of my bed is digging into the back of my thighs, and my neck aches where it meets my slouching shoulders. I deflate with a sigh. Defeat lowers himself down onto my rounded back and settles in, making his bulk comfortable. He’s heavy.
How to Keep Writing When You Feel Like Giving Up
I get it. I feel you. The struggle is real. How to persevere as a writer when you feel like giving up? Here are ten suggestions. I hope some combination of these helps.
One Foot Out the Door
I’ve got 14 things in my shopping cart
That I don’t intend to buy
And my eye on a ticket to anywhere
A homebody with the urge to fly
The botched pursuit of a mate by adult males of the order Lepidoptera
It’s 2:00 am, and I’m bent over the sink, sucking mango off the stone, juice running down my forearms and dripping onto yesterday’s dirty dishes. Seventy-two moth carcasses fill the garbage can in their crumpled Kleenex shrouds.
Should You Talk About Your Writing?
I soon realized that having a sounding board when I’m trying to work out a sticky plot point is invaluable. Sometimes just the act of saying it out loud can help ideas to congeal into something tangible.
I Am the Deafening Silence
I am the slow spurt of water, reluctant, always too hot and always too cold. I am three hairs stuck to the shower wall in different coloured shapes and lengths that are so far from home they’ll never be un-lost.
Folded Paper Must Begin to Fray
Even if I could unfold myself,
No amount of pressing could erase
These lines.
The Earth is Flat and Other Lies I Tell Myself
Morning comes the way it always does, harsh and sudden and unwelcome. I’ll just hit snooze one more time. I won’t be late again.
