So I'm just stopping in to say that this has been a not good week. I've been very emotionally/physically burnt out in regards to work. Even the accomplishments I was proud of got overshadowed by the overall stress. Today has given me more stress and worry, so I'm not going to try to be cute and fun in this post. I'm still here. I'm still writing. I had ideas for what to post, and I'll probably start a draft of that, but right now this feels like yet one more thing on my plate

There were many possible topics for this blog post. I thought about 'Vacation's Over, Back To Work' or another Ori Diaries segment. (He was not the best behaved while we were gone.) Or even something to do with the cats. Mostly what I could have done was drown you in images of my trip. (Which I might add to this post at a later date.) I'm not doing any of that. Some of it requires too much effort, and others are just boring. Instead, I'm going to talk about my vacation. Obvio

Traveler Brain and Writer Brain are best friends, and no one can tell me otherwise. I've spoken before about my ability to write while on planes and in airports and whatnot. Normally, I do pretty good in those areas ... when I'm traveling solo. While traveling with the boyfriend, it's a little different in airports. Instead of snagging one of the fancy bar stools on a flat surface so that I can charge my laptop as I write, I instead end up in the regular seating areas with hi

Drowning is silent. There are no frantic splashes. No cries for help. There is only the weight of your body. The waves crashing over your head. The current tugging you to the depths. You grow too tired to fight. Your lungs have no air to waste on crying out. Instead you focus on that tiny little gulp you can take between the waves. You try to ignore the exhaustion settling into your bones. You know that the waves will not let you float at the surface, and if you cease fightin

Today I was scrolling Facebook. It was a bad idea. Not because it's a) too distracting (it is. It fully is. Thanks Josh & Jase for traveling Michigan in the winter. I love all of the updates.), b) full of political stuff (it's not; my algorithm is carefully trained on bookish things), or c) people ... just people. No, no, the problem with my Facebook scrolling is that people post things about their own books. Or pages provide writing prompts. Read that again... Writing PROMP