It’s easy to paint my writing career as a failure.Continue reading “005. how do we fall apart”
it’s the twelfth of november, the day after u.s. veteran’s day and the 100th anniversary of armistice day. Continue reading “004. of flames and good intentions”
My life is punctuated by periods of restlessness. Continue reading “003. ch-ch-changes”
Sunday has become my blogging day, I guess.
Sunday has also become the day I am trapped in bed, the wear and tear of the previous week laying heavy on my joints, legs leaden and useless.
This week has brought the added joy of occasional, thus-unexplained vertigo, so even if my steps are sure and my body light, the world must tip and tilt to remind me that stability is a construct and unreliable…or something. Continue reading “002. bedridden bedlam”
It’s evening on a Sunday in mid-autumn. I’ve been in bed or the recliner since I woke up this morning, apart from a brief interlude in my upstairs library that seemed to burn through all of the energy my body allocated to today’s activities. Continue reading “001. a hundred million reasons”