Neighborly Covid

This was going to be the occasional writing amnesty dump to start the year (it may still be, let’s see what my mood is by the end of the document!)...

Night Changes

It feels like my dad died a decade ago. I can barely remember what it was like before I was parenting a teenager. Did I used to willingly opt out of going out to public places? I used to have friends who I saw...regularly, right? And not via FaceTime?

Dreaming

I don’t feel many emotions when I’m awake, but I’ve been having dreams that have me waking up full of melancholy.

The Ides-est of Marches

What a weird year this week has been.

Dad feels

Content warning: Suicide, racism, homophobia, biphobia, and incest. Which is to say: discussion about my father.

Another Jellicle Year

It’s the end of the year, which is exciting but not exactly notable in any sort of round-number way because decades go from 1 to 10, not 0 to 9. If you’re worried about closing the 2010s on a high note, don’t worry; you’ve got all of 2020 to do what you need to do.

Things We're Supposed To Do Edition

1. Here's everything I have open in a tab right now but have no desire to read today because who can do anything today? I'm putting them here so I can just save my email for reference/reading instead of keeping these all around.

Things to Turn the Head

This is just going to be a list of things I've been doing to distract myself while recovering from surgery:

2017 Draft Amnesty

Before it gets too far into 2018, I want to do a Draft Amnesty on all my 2017 drafts – things I started to write and abandoned, or things I just never published.

I Survived the Hardest Half of 2017: Six of One

The top of the funnel is shit and I’m not sure why I bother looking at it anymore. The world is depressing, but somehow, seeing people fight the reality of what the world is seeps in and affects me more.