Writing to turn the negative pull into uplifting cheer

I woke up an hour later than usual this morning and I felt it simmering deep in my core.

*It* being an unidentifiable something. The onset of depression? Some other emotional upheaval?

Hormone fluctuations?

Maybe it’s the change in weather. Or the doom and gloom on the news I sometimes watch when I join my mom in the tv room.

(Note to self: stay out of the tv room.)

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The metaphorical abyss

The week leading up to Christmas had me feeling low and borderline depressed. This is pretty standard for me this time of year, and was augmented by the prevailing lockdown. I tried to keep my head above water but failed. There is a metaphorical abyss in my life that has a life of its own. For one thing, it moves. It follows me around. 😬

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Edging closer to the covid-abyss

Every night I look at the global covid maps. I want to see how other places are doing with reopening and easing of restrictions.

I leave America last. Sometimes I skip it all together. Sorry, it’s not you, dear readers, it’s your dear leader…😳 Continue reading “Edging closer to the covid-abyss”

A nail, a hammer, and a bike ride

So. I have bad news about some pieces I submitted. But, that’s ok. I’m going to get myself a long nail and a hammer, so I can start a collection of rejections. Like Stephen King did. He mentioned this in his book On Writing.

Source: https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/848294-by-the-time-i-was-fourteen-the-nail-in-my

 

So far, 2 of my stories I wrote recently were declined, the other 5 still being reviewed, and the rest ongoing.

Wonder what mom would think if I started hammering nails into walls in her house… 😵 Continue reading “A nail, a hammer, and a bike ride”

Living in a bubble

Disclaimer: I’m feeling sorry for myself. Don’t be rude or obnoxious in the comments, I’ll block you. None of my self-absorbedness in this post means I’m not anxious or active in other, more important things going on in my family, community and beyond. This post isn’t a tally of what I do for others; I don’t feel like justifying myself to anyone today. This is my blog and today, this is what flows out of my head and into my keyboard. Sorry not sorry.

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Some days I feel like I’m living inside a bubble.

I don’t mean to imply the bubble is an isolated, lonely entity of solitude, because there isn’t much of that despite still staying home most of the time. I just mean the lack of external obligations has me more isolated than usual, and for longer than usual. Continue reading “Living in a bubble”

Fed up

Earlier today I texted a friend that I had a list and I was going to be productive and get things done. After all, it was raining, gloomy and cold; what better time to stay indoors and get some chores tackled?

My friend checked in with me a few hours later assuming, incorrectly, that I had accomplished at least some of the tasks.

He was, of course, wrong.

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Lock-down Sunday – part 2

The Canadian Forces Snowbirds never made it down to my ‘hood. According to the twitter feed that tracks these things, they turned somewhere around the iconic CN Tower downtown, which is east of my little SW corner neighbourhood, and then headed north.

Boo. Continue reading “Lock-down Sunday – part 2”