I call myself a "recovering recluse" for a reason...I'm a work in progress on the social front. A VERY slow work in progress. Like pouring a bad concrete mix. Oh well. I suppose I'm wondering how to find inspiration beyond parks, pretty sunsets and cute puppies (or kitties, or sloths, or whatever else). I'm hoping … Continue reading Looking for Inspiration in an Insular World
DISCLAIMER: Written on 8/31/2017. This is the third and last Harvey entry because I got my internet back several hours after initially writing this thought entry. Any other Harvey-related news and info that I decide to post will be in real-time, not retro. This post is partially edited for privacy reasons. Part 1 (of 3) … Continue reading The Harvey Diaries (Pt 3, 8/31/17): Isolation & Guilt from a Not-as-Affected Houston-Area Resident
I woke up after some restless sleep. I’m annoyed and a little freaked out because I heard that wind and rain getting worse (or maybe it was the wind shaking the rain out of the trees, I can’t be sure—no news or Doppler to speak of, dammit). Either way, I had some morbid half-asleep dreams...
I suppose if I was smarter and less susceptible to my own bullshit, I'd have been going through my short stories and writing more on these impromptu days off instead of playing "Clue" and watching Akira for the umpteenth time on the desktop.
The landlines have been out since mid-Sunday. The power was out for about 16 hours and flickered a bit. My cellphone sucks and barely gets texts unless I turn it toward the window just right in not-so-windy weather (which cuts off calls, too). The cable was gone for two days, the Internet for nearly three. … Continue reading 2 days cut off from the outside world (thanks, Harvey) and I haven’t hung myself. Guess I’m not an internet addict…?