Tag: fallen off the wagon and thinking again

  • picayune pondering

    I wonder sometimes if our current society expects us to over-explain and preemptively apologize for everything. Between trigger warnings and 500-word essays about our artistic intent before sharing a haiku…

    “May contain fiction” or “Warning: Poetry Ahead” seems like adequate warnings for both concerns. Not everything you come across can or should be cozy comfort.

    But I also come from an era where artistic expression was expected to regularly present challenging moments that forced you to think or to process your discomfiture. Or, failing that, avoidance of the art was entirely acceptable.

    Oh, what do I know?

  • Crashburn

    Yesterday evening was a crashburn kind of writing sesh. The spirit is willing, but the flesh… and all that.

    Oof.

    What set it all up is that I did a reset on the serial I had plans for.

    Name change possibly in the works because Everything Falls Apart is a little too, well, apocalyptic sounding for what I have in mind. This story churning around in my head is unlike most of the tales you may have read from me. It is present day and not post-apocalyptic. Nothing fantasy. Nothing science fiction. Nothing cosmic horror. Nothing overtly absurd.

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