Review: Tangleweed and Brine

What if there were no happy endings? What if Rapunzel’s mother carried her to fill a cavernous void left by her need for fulfillment? What if the owner of the gingerbread house longed for something more in life, and built a house so she could help fill the hearts of those who felt as she did? What if the kiss that would bring the frog prince back to his human form meant a death sentence to the kisser? What if sister Fair tried to keep Trembling hidden to protect her, and not out of jealousy?

What if? What if?

Mornings.

Wake up. Take a breath. Slowly. That’s it. You’ve been breathing all night. Do it again. And again. You’re alive. Congratulations. You’ve lived to see another day. Keep breathing. Sit up. Take a sip of water. And another. That’s it. Keep breathing. Yes, you’ve got work or school or that appointment you don’t want to…… Continue reading Mornings.

On not writing, meta-imposterdom and being very, very tired.

My figurative anxiety toolbox was filled with tools for dealing with mental illness-y things that had no basis. Of identifying rogue emotions and coping. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘what to do when someone close to you dies’. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘how to cope when someone breaks into your home twice in a week and you’re home for the second attempt’. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘actual life shit that the whole world is effectively ill equipped to deal with and so are you and that’s okay’.

2017: Sempiternal.

This has been a weird year

Doubts.

Do you ever just sit back and notice yourself?

A Very Alternative Blogmas #4

I had fully intended to write 23 blog posts. FULLY. It just never happened, for a variety of reasons. Finishing up college for term took it out of me more than I thought it would, and I’ve been catching up on sleep and generally relaxing as best as I could. This particular post is about gratitude.

A Very Alternative Blogmas: #1

A warning. Don’t look. Don’t remember.