005. how do we fall apart

It’s easy to paint my writing career as a failure.

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002. bedridden bedlam

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”