“Kathy, I’m lost”, I said, though I knew she was sleepingI’m empty and aching and I don’t know why America, Simon & Garfunkle I slept another two hours. Planned for one. Ignored the alarm. Even after I got up, an internal argument ensued as to whether I wanted to remain awake. Gravity did not win…

I don’t trust myself to write this blog post. I can’t promise full honesty. I reserve the right to wimp out, or even delete this entry at a future date. The world is extremely hard today. Emotionally, I’m crippled. Physically, I’m exhausted. The past two days, I’ve gone back to bed in the middle of…

With a million neon rainbows burning below me,And a million blazing taxis raising a roar,Here I sit, above the town,In my pet-palliated gown,Down in the depthsOn the ninetieth floor While the crowds in all the nightclubs punish the parquet,And the bars are packed with couples calling for more,I’m deserted and depressedIn my regal-eagle mess,Down in…

Is everyone enjoying my ‘day in the life’? Trust me, I’ve only written a fraction of the shit that’s run through my brain. I found a music video of Kirsten Dunst singing “Turning Japanese”. Shot in 2015. It was. Embarrassing. If I’d seen that during my stay in Ward H, I might’ve been convinced to…

I think I remember why I shelved Possession some time ago. It made me go to dark places. Stray thoughts were forming just now, and coalesced into a line of dialogue. (This is how A Song For Rachel began.) Ten words. Told me everything I need to know about the antagonist. The protagonist just called…

Oh my god, how can it only be 1pm? This is torture. I’m way too fast for this day. And we don’t have cookies. Why don’t we have cookies? Who ate all the bloody cookies? Oh yeah, that was me. Well, I want more. Yes, I’m diabetic. Hey, I’ll have you know my most recent…

I absorb stress. It’s not enough I generate copious amounts of my own; when others are stressed around me, I tend to pull it into me as well. Okay, not always. But definitely always. I spent fifty years doing things on my own timetable. It’s taking a lot of unlearning to correct that. Just because…

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewingBubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things thatNever crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday Commencement speech read by…

An idea I abandoned a few years ago. Beginning to think it just lay dormant. Same thing with A Song For Rachel. Never say ‘never’. Let’s hope it breaks through my writer’s block.

Whoooo child, if you could be in my head right now. It’s a smorgasbord of monologues, a constellation of ideas, a smattering of paranoia. Lizzo needs to rap my thoughts.