Jinked

I’ve noticed a lot of people talking about and linking various body image posts on Twitter and Facebook lately, primarily this piece which links to this, which also began circulating among friends and acquaintances. Reading them, I was thinking about body image, self-esteem, how I sometimes see and unconsciously judge people without getting to know them as a person first. There is no getting around [...]

So, the new year has come, and in the last handful of days I’ve been posting over at iamfiction rather than here. My life in the past week has certainly felt like a dirty smudge of fiction. Sort of here, but feeling very far away. Some good things are happening, and there are things on which I can improve. I’m facing fears, I’m taking chances, [...]

2010 was a lot of things. It was freedom. It was obsession. It was confronting fears and swallowing pride and asking for help. 2010 was writing not-yet-finished memoirs, six zines, short stories sent to literary journals. Four to six months is a long time to wait, but I will still keep writing. That memoir, I’m scrapping it, turning it fiction because that’s how I would [...]

Things culminate, twist, and inside all that’s left is the echoing voice of… disdain. Easier to call it disdain than anything else besides. It sort of reminds me why girls do this and why thirty-something men cling like parasites we, for some reason, want to keep on the inside. NaNoWriMo is going good so far. I’m close to being on the most minimal schedule, even [...]

It’s the question that’s haunted me for months, and it’s the one to which I still don’t know the answer. It’s the ever-dreaded, “Am I doing all that I can?” I know we need breaks, and I know that self-indulgence once in awhile is good for rejuvenating Self, but often I get caught up in the cycle of me, more, mine. I don’t like it. [...]