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The First Step
Alright y’all. Sorry for the late post this week. I was busy putting finishing touches on part of my manuscript to send to my editor/proofreader. Yeah. I actually hired one. Insane, I know. It feels like I’ve handed over a piece of my soul. It feels jarring. I’m nervous as can be because what do… Read more
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Old Ghosts Coming Back
Hey friends. Still can’t write that Reba react. I think that the song has broken my brain in the best possible way. Or worst possible way, I guess it just depends on how you want to look at it. I’m actually stepping back into an old skin this week. I’m stepping back into the pulpit… Read more
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I Still Can’t Do It
Okay, here’s the deal y’all. I’m in the middle of a couple of different things. On top of all of that, I’m currently waiting (rather impatiently) for a formal ADHD diagnosis (expected June 11) and it has been suggested that I stop using my coping mechanisms to just do all the things and to let… Read more
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That Damn Vinyl Sound
Most days I don’t complain about my ability to hear the different pieces of a song. Most days I’m just thankful to have something that I connect so deeply to. This Memorial Day weekend I spent locked up in my house. I spent the weekend writing and editing pieces of “What Surrendered.” I’m starting to… Read more
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The Vault and Butter
I was going through my Google Drive this weekend (yes, it’s where I keep the Vault) and stumbled across this poem. “Requiem for the Gold” was the name. I was curious. I didn’t remember writing it. So I opened up the document, read it, and instantly busted out laughing. I had to have been stoned… Read more
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Sometimes I’m Just Tired
My apologies for missing last week, I was dealing with a kidney stone. Friends, drink water. Because these things hurt. I don’t really know what to say to all of you right now. My head is asking my heart if we should be doing more. More writing, more guitar playing, more not my 9-5 job… Read more