People are gathering in the hall. Books surround them. I sit at my table, anxiously awaiting someone to approach me, someone to show even a moniker of interest in what I’ve wrote, the covers I designed, or even me. Do I look like an interesting enough person to talk to? Or am I just another … Continue reading When I Must Interact
Habit is that thing that you often do without thinking. Often we only think about habit when it is an inconvenience, when it is something that we want to expunge from our life. And while we identify these habits as the obstacles in the way of progress, such as smoking, or such as my pot-a-day … Continue reading Habitual
Why do we do the things we do? Are we pushing things to an end? What is that end? Are we responding to our ego? Are we responding to fear? Anxiety? What is driving the decisions we make? These questions and more have been gnawing at me these last few weeks as I’ve been struggling … Continue reading Finding Value
To say that I haven’t written in a long time is not quite an accurate statement. I have written some. Mainly words have come in sporadic bursts, like a sneeze of literary gumption, where I will add words to a page and then move on to some other thing, seemingly unable to continue writing. Days … Continue reading A Therapeutic Rant
I’ve been asking myself this question quite a bit of late: why have I let myself stop writing? It seems like a simple question, and it sounds exactly like one I feel like I’ve already answered— you know—with reasons like family trauma, work, and other things that keep me busy. But no matter how many … Continue reading Why Did I Let Myself Stop?