I was all set to post another track in the Rejection Playlist but then this happened late last night (10:04 p.m. to be exact)This means I've now kicked NaNoWriMo's ass for the fifth consecutive year.The NaNoWriMo novel I wrote this year (The Summer That Nothing Happened) is shitty at best. But I know that at … Continue reading NaNoWriMo Wrap-Up
Diamond isn't Forever, Opal is Always There (2/9/1998) The ring on her third finger was to proclaim his love Why couldn't he just send a bouquet of overpriced long stems and cheap wine? Notes: This was in response to a friend getting engaged at 16 (she was pregnant).
May 23, 1995Dear Diary,I hate my sister. I hate her so much. She gets away with breaking the rules. I get yelled at. See tonight when she came home from her softball game she sat in front of the TV. The rule in our house is you bust bathe when you play a sport. She … Continue reading Mortification Monday
I'm pretty certain that this time around, NaNoWriMo is my arch nemesis, my bitter rival because she is kicking my ass to the curb. I'm locking myself in my writing cave this weekend and ignoring my massive pre-Thanksgiving to-do list and spreadsheet in the vain hope that I will catch up to the word count. … Continue reading Rejection Playlist Volume 3, Track 8 “Bitter Rivals”
Death's Bleak Foreshadow (2/9/1998) The whisper of wind through the barren trees reminds me of death The shadow washed over me in a dream last night when I was taken away to tomorrow and happiness was sorrow like flowers on my grave the sweet scent of roses washed the pain away and I woke to … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
I know, I know, I know. It's been weeks since my last Mortification Monday. What can I say? Mondays have not been kind to me and then of course there is NaNoWriMo which might be killing me. And because this Monday is especially mean, there will be no video. May 22nd, 1995 Dear Diary, Looking … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Broken Promises (2/5/1998) Broken promised swept under the rug along with dust bunnies and things we've heard of laughter used to be the best medicine and cure but after the sickness I became a cynic there is no cure no help for anyone else it's all related to something else I hadn't heard of yet … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Untitled Hard to believe I was once naive now I'm a cynic trapped inside this body that is the wring size I am inferior to myself that is why my bones are hollow and I spend hours inside my head Notes: Judging by the fact that this was typed, I'd say it was written in late … Continue reading Bad Poetry Wednesday
Ever since I heard Pickwick covering this Richard Swift song at a Neko Case concert I haven't been able to get it out of my head. I feel like I need to spend some time with Lady Luck right now. Lady luck, she is lovely Lady luck, she is free But I wish sometimes … Continue reading Rejection Playlist Volume 3, Track 7 “Lady Luck”
I found out through Facebook recently that an ex-boyfriend who I haven't spoken to in about 13 years got married. I'm super happy for him. Coincidentally, today's bad poem was written shortly after our breakup. Fading Memory I cannot remember the last word I spoke on the day my heart left the earth I … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
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