As a recovering recluse, this is a tough topic to approach, but it needs to be done in some way, shape, or form. It hit me when I was least expecting it--passively listening to The Croods when it happened to be on TV a few months ago. Toward the end of the movie, when things're … Continue reading The Difference Between “Living” and “Not Dying.”
I wish I could say I was writing my stories with an intense fervor, smiling at my keyboard and my ever-present notebooks, flipping pages and using my funky-colored pens to mark new ideas and just let it flow and flow and flow. I wish I could say I was working plenty of hours the past … Continue reading My temper + depression = I’m the biggest heel on the whole freaking planet.