I sleep in late, another day Oh what a wonder Oh what a waste It’s a Monday, it’s so mundane What exciting things Will happen today? Avant Gardener – Courtney Barnett Lately, I’ve been trying to work on my ever-looming novel concept. The seed for this concept was germinated in…

I am a writer. I write because I like to write. I don’t like writing what I don’t want to write. I don’t write for money; I can’t write for money. I don’t always write, but when I do write, I write what I want to write. Not what people…

It’s often difficult living with a disability that the world often fails to recognize or understand. On Tuesday, I spoke with my psychologist, as I do every two weeks. I have no shame in having a regular psychologist. I need a regular psychologist, and that’s simply a fact of my…

When I’m reading a book, particularly plays for my dramatic literature class, I have trouble immersing myself in the story. I’ve always had selective attention problems, and unless something is completely drawing in all my interest, I find my mind flickering to and from the task at hand too often.…

Shimmering shards of stories have been coming to me lately. Bits and pieces of fleeting ideas, glimmering in and out of my peripheral. I will start to write a post, begin crafting these thoughts into tangible form, but they fall away from me. My mind wanders, and off with the…