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i am empty none to fill me so much space inside no place to hide i’m laid bare feeling nothing my mind’s checked out my heart is vacant i’ve forgotten how to love and be loved i don’t know if i want to remember

Write a 26-line poem using all the letters of the alphabet, where the first line starts with the letter “A,” the second “B,” the third “C,” etc., culminating with the final line starting with “Z.” Blind Date “Always wear clean, normal underwear,” my mother says. And yet Before I leave my home, the last thing [...]

Something’s coming, and I’m thinking it’s a good thing. I feel quiet and electric and super-aware.  Tingly. Unpacking is going along as expected. One box after another spilling it’s guts out, and me attempting to make sure that things are put in places where they look like they ought to belong. I don’t want to [...]

I’m reading an interview of the scriptwriter who adapted The Dark Is Rising, and I just want to cry. I don’t think I even want to see the movie at this point. You’re adapting a novel, you want to respect the writer and all that. But at the same time — perhaps it’s different with [...]

My job is draining every bit of wonderment out of me. Originally taken because I was pretty sure it was an easy(er) way of getting into the studio and perhaps even having a creative outlet for the shows we air, it’s now become a nightmare of customer service and sales. The one thing keeping me [...]

I’m going back as far as I can remember. I”m with a group, and we’re competing against another group…. something about doing yard work, fixing the house we’re all stuck living in until the end of the contest. I’m told by my team leader ( a very handsome guy ) that our mext ‘mission’ is [...]

I’m not sure if I should thank for this or not… FAIRY TALE nce upon a time there has a young PEN SALESMAN named JOEY BAGGADONUTS. He was OVERLY CLUBBING in the CAREFUL forest when he met LOVELY HARVEY, a run-away METER MAID from the BESTEST Queen MAYA. JOEY BAGGADONUTS could see that LOVELY HARVEY [...]

I’ve slacked. Haven’t written a bit. Will try and write more later.

2256 words. ) Slowly but surely. And I think I actually know where the story is going now. Oy.

Yes, it’s been a while. Hard to write when you’ve got someone sitting right there, pleased to hate you. Anyway, with that unpleasantness out of the way, and no I haven’t heard anything since that last posting, life goes on, as it were. 7 days until the Foreign Service Oral Assessment. I’ve started a novel. [...]