surviving guilt 96 hours post CT

in a tub that is 3 parts bubble 1 part water it is hard to find toes to tickle least of all clean he sloshes and splashes creating bubble beards and fists of steel air punches launch at no target in particular a day is recounted there was art and music he still remembers the…

if given the choice between your gun and my child…he wins

to answer yesterday’s horrific tragedy with a quick quip about allowing teachers to carry guns in the classroom is an exercise in magical thinking. you know who else using magical thinking as a viable means to problem solve? children between the ages of 6 and 7 years old. yesterday morning, 20 children between the ages…

sometimes i just have to say…thank you

he props me up giving the illusion that it is alone that i stand pushed forward there is no opportunity to even wave goodbye to the life i wish i had known like a wet winter morning the sun does not dawn yet behind the clouds its warmth is apparent unfrozen animated by the force that…

the collector

having never acquired the knack she was not a letter-goer of things and stored thoughts much like the well traveled woman collected knickknacks memories displayed themselves on disorganized shelves in the crevices of her mind giving her an eccentric air some thought charming her speech jumble she talks of silk dresses and closed fountains as though…

three days late…but the half way point i have reached

i have now written 25,573 words in my novel. i think i may know what its about as well. my main character has undergone a name change as well as multiple physical altercations but she is focused on achieving her dreams. i like her. i can’t wait to see what happens next in her life…

it may not be ‘the bluest eye’ but…

so i can pretty much ascertain that this book is about a woman torn between her husband’s ambitions and her own. i have no idea how its going to end. hell, i have no idea what going to happen next. i should really plan something at some point in my life. ANYWAY, here’s today’s exert:…

10,703 words written (its too early for a title)

its been quite a journey these last 9 days. i’m still committed to finish thought i’m about 5,000 words behind the target. here’s an exert from today’s writing: “I agreed to no pills under duress,” she called to him from the bathroom. “Duress or no, it is a verbal contract that you are bound to.”…