Day 1,818: Half-Remembered Dream

Day 1,818: Half-Remembered Dream

I’m reading The Hero of a Thousand Faces right now. It’s a book I was first exposed to in High School. I took an elective English class called Mythology, and my teacher talked a lot about the book, the collective unconscious, the “monomyth,”...
Day 1,817: So. Close.

Day 1,817: So. Close.

I am SO. CLOSE. Two chapters away. Maybe three. The manuscript is at 98,000 words. It’s finally, finally coming together. Still work to do, for sure. This rewrite will be a beast, methinks…but it’s coming together. What needs to be fixed, and how, is...
Day 1,816: Better Day

Day 1,816: Better Day

First thought: what the balls is happening in this photo??? 😂 K. Moving on. Le Sigh. Today was better. Things felt less like they were exploding, falling apart, and otherwise changing forever. Which, to be clear, was always hyperbole. They weren’t...
Day 1,815: Rough Day

Day 1,815: Rough Day

Today was rough. Feeling rather trapped and hopeless…nothing to do with Liz and I; that is rock solid. Nothing to do with health, or family. Those are also rock solid. Just feeling…I guess frustrated and exhausted. And like a failure. I know I’m not....
Day 1,814: Two Paths

Day 1,814: Two Paths

Two paths diverged in the wood… Here’s the thing about that poem: there are never just two paths. That’s what makes life so hard. There are always a multitude of possible choices, a plethora of paths if you’ll indulge me and keep that eye roll...