A lot has happened in my life recently that I typically don’t divulge on the blog. I could write about it, and in some instances, I may at some point. But writing is a strange creature, to me. My writing mindset has to be *on*. Plus it feels like my words need to rattle around in my brain a little before I can type them out and hurl them into the social internet. Continue reading “Questions about blogging: Are you as curious as I am?”
This morning I was on my way to my parents’ place when the DJ on Q107, a classic rock station in Toronto, took requests from listeners. She said:
“Give me a song title that describes your situation right now.”
The first request she played on the air was spot on. (Not made by me. But may as well have been…) 😉
I wanna break free
by Queen 😂
Now, the lyrics Freddie belted out aren’t about coronavirus or, you know, family and teenage drama, but I still like the title of the song. It’s appropriate. 😳
A little while ago I released a short story on this blog as an experiment.
The story Stalemate (part 1) (1200ish words – under 10 minute read) was a stand-alone piece of fiction I created in which I explore character development in a romantic setting. If you’ve read it you will have noticed I deviated away from the standard romance genre…nothing Harlequin about my writing style. ☺
My aim was to write a sexually charged preamble, without actually delving into any sort of resolution. There was no happy ending, no steamy sex, no contact at all.
I wanted to create an introspective analysis of the protagonist as she reacted to a man who causes her much emotional turmoil. Basically, it was (supposed to be) about building tension between the two opposing characters.
I think I succeeded.
Revitalized slightly, submitted to Masters Review contest on May 30, 2020
She caught him staring at her from the window ledge he was sitting on across the room.
Disclaimer: this is not a rant but it has a rant-y slant. And, I’m ranting about family. 🙄 Spare me positivity and all that crap. I’ll be over it tomorrow. If you can’t handle a dose of my current reality please do yourself a favour and stop reading now. Come back tomorrow when I post about guinea pigs and cats.
I have a spot in the yard where I go sit to
feel sorry for myself soak up some sun on the days we are treated to such spring-like weather. Continue reading “Dangling over the edge”
When I woke up this morning I was startled and confused. I had the most absurd, ridiculous, dream.
In my dream, my partner had bought a house with a lot of property.
In real life, this has been a thing we’ve been
arguing talking about for a number of years now. Back when the kids were little, I would not have minded moving out of the city. Now? I’m not keen.
He is though. More so than ever before.
We are not on the same page when it comes to the topic of where, or how to live.
Given the corona pandemic, none of it is of any importance now. We’re locked down and going to be for a while. So there’s that.
But what about the dream then? Why would I dream that we have a new house?
Today, I’m spiraling. Continue reading “Too many days in lock-down”
I had a meltdown a couple of days ago.
The worst part was my kids were watching.
In my defense, I had good reasons. Continue reading “Cultivating inadequacy”
This is part 2 of this morning’s post. (Did you know I was making this a 2-part post? Me either. 😀)
I know some of you are sitting on the edge if your seat wondering how my anxiety-fueled 24-hours have passed.
Lucky for you I’m currently ticked off at my family which is why I’m typing from the relative safety (and isolation) of my bedroom.