The Daysleeper is rambling.
I sailed into rough waters. Blew a gasket. Bit off more than I could chew. Any of those metaphors would work to describe my experience after three months of constant writing and twice-weekly publishing on WordPress. By my last post in March, I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and disgusted. It was my own doing. Stormy emotional and…Read more Writing the Ship
Four boys bullied me in middle school. By far the worst of them was a scrawny, green-eyed boy with dirty blond hair and three first names who rode the neighborhood school bus. He lived on the golf course that I lived across from. Not long after we had first met, he invited me over to his…Read more Boys Being Boys
‘If writing doesn’t consume your life, you’re not doing it right.’ I doubt this is an actual quote, but the line keeps repeating, droning in my mind. Writing on a blog for an audience greater than one has consumed lots of my leisure time. It’s what I wanted, yes. But I am preoccupied with writing…Read more Toeing the Writing Line