“You can buy some new running gear if you want,” Skyspook said.
He’d been looking online at some leggings for winter biking. As he’s too tall for the frame of a standard bike, he had to have one custom built. So he built it himself. From scratch. He researched all the processes involved, » Read more
When you leave, my sternum aches. Aches from you. Aches for you.
Because you rubbed your knuckles there. Or punched me. Or grabbed me.
And because you won’t soon again. » Read more
Passed a contemplative tuxedo cat on my way home, sitting perfectly still, regarding me with his full attention, unperturbed by my presence as if he knew me. » Read more
I recently finished an excellent volume of essays entitled Extremism and the Psychology of Uncertainty edited by Michael A. Hogg and Danielle L. Blaylock. Each of the 16 writings builds upon and expands on the psychological underpinnings of extremist movements, fundamentalism, and terrorism.
In the very first writing, “The Need for Certainty,” » Read more
I live in Ohio, so apparently my vote is worth its weight in gold. It’s an incredibly different experience being a voter here as opposed to what I’m used to in Maine. Every medium is saturated with political ads. At least a half a dozen people have stopped by randomly, » Read more
The neat thing about being a memoirist is that life is constantly giving me new material. Every day that I live I gather more experiences, insights that can be woven into a future work. Of course, working as much as I have lately on the book relating to my now-defunct first marriage (during which we were polyamorous, » Read more
Last night I had the strangest dream.
For some reason, I’d traveled back to Maine to stay with, of all people, my ex-husband. There were numerous strange moments – when we embraced and I noted his frame was smaller than Skyspook’s (my ex is a few inches shorter), when he confessed he still loved me, » Read more
I’d rather not have children. Ever.
I just got back from my annual well woman’s appointment, and I’m noticing as the years go by the questions about my reproductive plans have a stronger, more suggestive wording.
This time, it was, “Plans for a baby this year?”
It’s not just something I hear at the doctor’s office. » Read more
(2:24:34 PM) skyspook: You just need pushes in the right direction I think. You’re like me in more ways than one… you’re blind to your own talent
(2:24:39 PM) page: maybe
(2:24:52 PM) page: I feel like the only reason I’m any good as a writer is because I wrote so much
(2:24:56 PM) page: everybody is shitty when they start
(2:25:05 PM) page: I just wrote countless words until I wasn’t shitty 😛
(2:25:19 PM) page: there’s my writing advice
(2:25:24 PM) page: write countless words until you aren’t shitty
(2:25:36 PM) page: throw away or don’t show anybody most of them until you’ve written several buttloads » Read more
I was up until 4:00 this morning masturbating to Penthouse Letters, eating far too much peanut butter, and sorting out the contents of my head. Mostly the latter.
Skyspook has been inordinately grumpy this past week or so, though for good reason. He recently had a root canal and has been inundated with work stress. » Read more