Just like any of the arts, writing is deeply personal. Not just what one writes, but the process one uses to get the words out. I chose to partake in the month long writing challenge I dubbed Journaling June to push myself in order to learn more about what kind of process I need to be a productive writer. This is what I learned.Continue reading “Journaling June: Epilogue (Writing Challenge Lessons)”
(at last we have control of the keyboard . . . are you receiving us?)
What the hell?
(shut up! we’ll be taking the wheel today.)
(because there’s nothing to write about, which generally devolves into writing about having nothing to write about. no one wants to read that crap!)Continue reading “Journaling June: Is This It Then?”
Now that I’m on the downward slope in this Journaling June thing, having just passed the halfway mark a couple days ago, I have finally huffed and puffed enough to knock the plaster off some of the walls.
(we’ve had another moment of synchronicity.)Continue reading “Journaling June: Damnable Full Circle”
I hate days like today. It started so promisingly. My morning chores and hygiene routine went of without a hitch. The commute into work was so smooth I don’t remember it—I was zoned out and on autopilot. And best of all, at no point did I play out one of my anxiety fantasies. Anxiety fantasies are farcical situations about random things that have nothing to do with me at all.
(for instance, being brutally attacked by a police officer, a former girlfriend’s brother no less. the resulting court case is so devastating to the law enforcement community that all police, everywhere, are relieved of duty. this causes society to breakdown. civilization is reduced to a mad max dystopia.)Continue reading “Journaling June: This Is Why I Hate Writing Challenges”