Tomorrow, I release a book. A poetry book. No one is more surprised than me. For most of my life, the idea of me publishing poetry was about as likely as the Sears Demon™ winning a Pulitzer. I sat through two semesters of poetry workshops in college, where the general consensus seemed to be: maybe
I have no words to truly describe the absolute wild ride that has been 2025 so far, so I’m not going to even bother. Instead I’m going to quietly accept that it is somehow already March and just move on. It is Sunday afternoon as I sit and write this. Sundays are typically my day
Someone offered me adderall the other day and I’m starting to think I should have taken it. For legal reasons… that was a joke? I’ve never actually taken adderall but I’ve been told many times that I should be on it. Oh, what would my life be like if I was properly medicated? It’s just
I can say for certain that one of my many pet peeves is when someone tells me I have the same amount of hours as some celebrity. We’ve all heard it before, especially when it comes to creative pursuits and telling you that you can accomplish so much because we all have the same amount
Finishing a novel is the weirdest thing in the world. At least for me. At least now it is. I shall explain (in my own way which will likely only make sense to me but you’ve already started reading so you might as well commit and finish the whole thing… NO ONE LIKES A QUITTER!).
Oh, hello there! Remember me? The blogger who mysteriously vanished into thin air, leaving you all in a state of suspense, desperately wondering what on earth had happened? Well, fear not, my dear readers, for I have returned from the depths of… well, wherever I was hiding, to grace you with my ever-erratic presence once
Somewhere With Regret 