I hate editing. I am going to be upfront and honest about that. I hate re-revisiting my work and I hate the long and tedious process of editing. I know it is important, but I hate doing it. I also know that I am in the majority of the writing community. We know that all … Continue reading My writing cycle: write, procrastinate, and edit
Managing Stress and Burnout
I never learned how to manage stress. All through college (which took me 6 years to complete due to switching majors) I worked a full-time job while taking 15 credits, and picking up the occasional odd jobs to make ends meet. Now, I work a full-time "day job" and operate my small business on the … Continue reading Managing Stress and Burnout
Would You Do It All Again?
Prompt: Would you do it all again? I never understood the purpose of regret. I suppose you could say that regret is a teacher. You could argue that it prevents you from repeating your mistakes, but I disagree. Regret has only made me feel guilt, shame, and sorrow. I could never go back to change … Continue reading Would You Do It All Again?
Dating as a Demiromantic part 3: When Demis Date Other Aces.
If I want my partners to date other people because I only want half a partner, does that make me polyamorous, or the anti-poly? I asked this question on social media and I got some likes and laugh reacts, but no one actually answered my question. The thing was, I was being about 80% serious … Continue reading Dating as a Demiromantic part 3: When Demis Date Other Aces.
A Vine of Ink Roses
Yesterday at the farmer's market, I met a beautiful trans woman with a rose vine tattoo. She stopped to look at our soaps, and we complimented the estrogen tattoo on her arm. As we were talking about ink, and the stories that surround them, she showed us the roses on her back. "These roses represent … Continue reading A Vine of Ink Roses
A Cold Cup
Inspired by the Pintrist prompt: "Write what he said about the coffee" "It's cold." He said it blandly, an observation rather than a complaint. It was a short sentence. A mere two words about a cup of coffee after a stony 16 hours of silence. "Should I warm it for you?" I asked, careful to … Continue reading A Cold Cup
Summer Time Stress: How I’m Handling New Project Madness
I was chosen to work on the development team for a new product at work. In February the company I work for decided to launch a new product, and I was chosen to be part of the team to go beta test it. By April, my department head and the head of product development asked … Continue reading Summer Time Stress: How I’m Handling New Project Madness
Wish Come True
The sun beat down on your face as you lay in the grass next to me. Your right arm rested over your eyes, while your left hand rested on my knee. Next to your head a full dandelion temptingly nodded it's cotton head. I reached across your sleeping form, careful not to disturb your slumber, … Continue reading Wish Come True
Late Night Anxiety
In the dead of night, silence dances to the racing of my heart. I sit in my bed illuminated by my lamp's orange glow. Hours slide past as time stands still- I'm as calm and raging as flickering flame. And I gulp down herbal tea as if it's the remedy to the manic anxiety in … Continue reading Late Night Anxiety
Sunday, a day for friendship.
On Sunday I passed out in someone else's hospital room. How is that for a dramatic starter? Despite the chaos that opening sentence implies, I want to be clear that this is going to be a wholesome story with a sweet message. I just wanted to get your attention first. In order for this story … Continue reading Sunday, a day for friendship.
Familiar Song
I still think of you when I hear that song. But today, instead of the familiar stab of pain, I smiled, then laughed, then sang along.
