Learning To Be Whole

writing

  • Up Again

    It’s been difficult to write. That’s not entirely true. It’s been difficult to write something that doesn’t sound like suicidal ideation blended with complaint and condemnation and a little bit of protein powder to make an “I fucking hate everything and everyone and can’t remember why I keep trying at life smoothie”. And I am

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  • Breakthrough

    Sometimes I write a whole lot of stuff and then I just file it away, never to be seen again. Unless I die and someone figures out my laptop password, divulging all of the secrets within the “Current Writing Projects” folder, there are thousands upon thousands of words that will never be read by anyone. 

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  • When The Pain is All That Is

    When I was younger I used to write late at night often.  I was a single mother, trying to raise a child and finish college and figure out life all at once.  The late nights and the early mornings were the times I could write without taking time away from my little girl.  Early mornings

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  • Blank Space

      I spend a lot of my life looking at blank space these days.  The empty bed where my dad slept the last few days when he visited.  The gap left in my rear molar when the rest of it decided to suddenly crunch its way out of my face.  The empty lot where a

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  • Undone

    I keep doing this thing where I write six paragraphs of text and then I get stuck.  I just can’t seem to finish anything.  It is an incredibly annoying challenge to be faced with.  I rather hate it.

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  • Procrastination

    I once saw a meme on Pinterest that said something about the idea that you should make your living doing what you choose to do when you procrastinate. That made some sense to me, because that must be the thing you would always rather be doing. Of course, I can procrastinate in myriad ways. And

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  • The Palmer Method

    I’m learning to write.  I’m pretty sure that I spent years of grade school learning to write.  Apparently, those years didn’t accomplish the goal, or my teachers didn’t teach me well.  After an injury to my wrist on a Chicago city bus (as an aside, avoid public transit on holidays when copious amounts of alcohol

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  • The First

    So, this is the first.  The first of many?  The first of a few?  The only to ever be written? I suppose we shall find out those answers together. I never really meant to be a writer. I’ve always loved books and writing, but I guess I never saw those things as lifestyle or career

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