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The Regret When You Get Up Too Early

The Regret When You Get Up Too Early

I woke up at 5 a.m. to take my antibiotic. Stumbled into the bathroom, stumbled back out, crawled into bed…and couldn’t get back to sleep. I tried–I’m having surgery in a few days and it’d be smart to be well-rested to give my immune system maximum support. Also, it’s the weekend. Also also, sleep. But […]

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Am I Blue?

I dunno. Conflicted? Hell yeah. Dunno what to do. Recently I gave up on a very old friendship because over the years it had grown toxic. My friend criticized everything I did, mocked my efforts to get our friendship on stable ground, and blamed it all on me whenever I tried to talk to him

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What It’s Like

Good to know someone understands… Writing a book is a adventure. To begin with it is a toy and amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster

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The End of the Weekend

sigh.  I need a vacation.  An actual vacation, where I don’t have to interrupt whatever I’m doing every ten minutes to yell at the kid, save the dog, protect the downstairs neighbor’s ceiling from water damage, ignore the phone, answer the door, fraternize with the bird… I knew there was a reason to stand firm

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Do I Have to Care?

‘Cause I don’t wanna.  I’m tired and I’m grumpy and I’ve nothing much to show for my day.  Sure, we did some housework.  But it’s all messed up again already. I posted another damn good chapter, but I don’t care today.  I’m tired of the fanfics, I want to write my own stuff.  But I

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