Working through it

I’m finally back to feeling good. It took a while. I still have a hint of a cough but other than that, all is well.

I posted another segment of the Old Souls novel today and will probably have another piece done this week.  I’m trying to get it to a good place before I start my Master’s program in January. That gives me only a few weeks to try to bring this behemoth of a story to bear. I created a timeline for this novel, something I haven’t had to do before. I usually create character profiles for my works. I didn’t do it this time. I think because in my mind, each character’s story is flowing pretty well.  The timeline, however, was necessary. I needed to be able to reference where in time the character is in relation to the others. What tech exists… what language forms? What social norms are present… what history would the character lived through. Its been a grandiose exercise.  Exciting as new works are, I just want it to quit clawing at the inside of my mind. Once I get it onto the page, I’ll suffer less with the story and characters. 🙂 Let’s hope I get it done before classes start!

F*ck the Flu

I. Will. Overcome.

Seriously. I have spent the last week in a viral intrusion of 102 degree fevers, body aches, headaches, pain, cough, pain, cough, cough, cough.  I am not big on taking medications to treat symptoms but after 2 days of raging inferno fever, I took OTC meds to ease the pain and limit the symptoms for a few hours.

Being A Girl: A Brief Personal History of Violence

We can change this. We must.

The Belle Jar

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I am six. My babysitter’s son, who is five but a whole head taller than me, likes to show me his penis. He does it when his mother isn’t looking. One time when I tell him not to, he holds me down and puts penis on my arm. I bite his shoulder, hard. He starts crying, pulls up his pants and runs upstairs to tell his mother that I bit him. I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone about the penis part, so they all just think I bit him for no reason.

I get in trouble first at the babysitter’s house, then later at home.

The next time the babysitter’s son tries to show me his penis, I don’t fight back because I don’t want to get in trouble.

One day I tell the babysitter what her son does, she tells me that he’s just a little boy, he doesn’t know…

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