Tag: writing

depression

Fear Of Being Known

Fact: my number one biggest fear is putting myself out there, as who I am. I’m sure that manifests in all kinds of terrible ways, but I’m a horrible introvert. I overshare heavily in my writing because it feels like the only place I can let it all out. Sadly, I only do that when …

growth

Learning

I’m a stubborn prick. Not in a narcissistic, my-way-or-the-highway kind of way, but I have traditionally been a difficult student to teach, when I don’t want to learn. This may sound contradictory to the people who know me, because I can be such a “nice guy”. At times, I’m a coward about a lot of …

writing

Getting Over It

I’ve given myself permission to start working on that “other” project. Ultimately, it’s a project too big to contain in one book, and too time consuming for pure novels. I’m not taking the idea of the novel off the table, but I am going back to the story’s roots, which is visual, not literary. If …

depression

The Day I Almost Gave Up

I remember thinking, “This is it. This is the day I gave up. The day I stop trying forever.” It was like an out-of-body experience, or some weird flash forward, to a day when I’m old and gray, angry and disappointed with the fate to which I’d resigned myself. There I was, wrinkled and beaten, …

writing

Back On The Horse

So, I lost about ten days there. I wish I could say what happened. Burnout, depression, the impositions of the real world? All of it, really. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I told myself I was having difficulties connecting with the work. I started seriously considering another idea far too large to contemplate …

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Dying Off-Screen

I find it strange when characters die off-screen. Maybe it’s the genre fiction I read or the comics I grew up with, but for me, if you don’t see the body, the person isn’t dead. At least, that’s how it feels. Sometimes, I understand it. Given why The Ranch had to part with Danny Masterson, …

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Submissions

Today is the day. I’ve spent a couple of weeks away from the whole “depression epic” that is Requiem For A Doormat and I feel that it’s time to send this puppy into the world. Like a parent dropping its child off at college (or perhaps more appropriately, leaving them at kindergarten), I’m leaving this …

growth

Cortisol

I got 80 in biology in grade 9. That sounds decent, but even though I may later have gotten worse marks in other things, I would label biology my worst subject. I could never have been a doctor or a vet. It’s not that viscera bothers me. I went weirdly serene when my daughter split …