I’m pretty sure this appeared on a report card. At least once. And you know what? I don’t. Not when it comes to writing. I’m not Shakespeare, nor am I Melville or Andy Sedaris. But I have a voice, an ear for dialogue, and a hell of a sense of narrative. You want me to…

That could officially be called a meltdown. I was totally unprepared for it, and failed at managing it.

Oddly enough, I found this link because it was shared on social media. I’ve thanked my friend for sharing. Because it’s important to communicate, not simply connect.

So, because I was late with my paperwork to OW, they’ve temporarily suspended my financial assistance. I admit I was late. I was freaked by the whole process and couldn’t initially find the damned form. My caseworker had called to remind me, and I got it to her the next day. So now I have…

I kept the slippers from the hospital. It’s a reminder of where I was. I’m wearing this at this moment. Not out of fear. Not because I’m sliding into despair. But because I’m attempting to embrace that part of me that I generally fear. Everyone has demons. And we all deal with them differently. The…

That’s a question I constantly ask myself, and nine times out of ten, I don’t have an answer. Tonight, I locked down the play. The dramaturge was extremely happy with the final edits, and it’s been sent to the director for casting. A whole new set of nerves now sets in. If I’m able, I…

And, here comes the dip. It’s been an extremely upswing kind of day. I tried to capitalize on it by bundling up and going out tonight. For at least a walk. Something. And then I turned around and came back home. I froze. (Har dee harr harrrrr.) Dammit. I’m working on the why, and I…

Just finished the new draft of Song for Rachel. 13 days, 22 new pages. I’m… happy with it. This is a feeling I haven’t had in a while. Being happy with something I’ve written. Hell, I’ve barely written in months so it was easy to forget how it felt to accomplish something like this. I…

There’s a moment in my play where I theorize that when it comes to inclement weather, there are two kinds of people: those who stomp in the puddle (using an invisible game of hop scotch), and those who huddle the umbrella. One character accuses the other of being the latter. I used to jump in…

Tomorrow marks a month. A month since walking into Emergency and admitting I was in crisis. Accepting I had been trying to stay strong for so long, tilting at windmills (some real, some imagined), feeling defeated, and finally cracking under the weight of it all. Everyone sing with me: It’s the end of the world…