At any given point in time, I am a walking anxiety potato and this week seems to be no exception. After bouncing back from a really bad depressive episode a few weeks ago, I went back into life in full force with a newfound vigor and stupidity. I published a book, got back on track
Those who know me well know that for the past seven years or so I have been working on writing a book comprised of personal essays detailing my life experiences so far. A memoir. Originally, when I first started working on this idea it was going to be a series of humorous stories from my
I guess it’s a staycation? I don’t know how these things work. The long of the short of it is this: I’m stepping away from life for the next week. I have taken the week off from all jobs and responsibilities. No serving, no touring, no blogging: nothing. This is either going to be the
People like to ask what my process is when I’m writing. I don’t have a real answer so I’m gonna babble about everything I did leading up to getting ready to write today: I spent the better part of today getting some chores done around the house and I’m now settling in to my role as
It’s now 2:30am and I’m watching Frozen. My writer’s block has slowly transitioned into insomnia. I’m also hungry. Am I blogging correctly?
I have been battling with writer’s block on and off for, I don’t know, my entire life. Five years ago I set out to write my first book* and the speed with which I am accomplishing that task is comparable to a one-legged turtle, climbing uphill, in December, through molasses. Also I just learned that