Writing Process
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August is Ending
This week has been fairly well. I’ve had a lot of good personal things happen, and though work has been busy, it has been good. I’m still finding myself in that room with all of the floating boxes, but that’s… Continue reading
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A Room of Floating Boxes
Life sometimes feels like I’m in a room surrounded by boxes. They’re all white and the same make—only five sides and open at the top like a crate without handles—but they’re all different sizes. They’re not neatly stacked. They’re floating.… Continue reading
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How many times do we boil the kettle?
Once. If you remember to make your tea. The world feels like fistfuls of clouds sometimes, as if I’m not really here. I can look at a report, but my eyes will suddenly not be looking at it at all,… Continue reading
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I feel better
with some warm tea, and a blanket over me. I feel better, with the rain at my door, and my slippers on the floor. I feel better, with much of the pain sleeping, and my limbs no longer weeping. I… Continue reading
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It’s almost September
Last week was one of the busiest weeks I’ve had since I moved (if we don’t count that one week half the department staff were quarantined). And now the weekend I’ve worked hard for is here! And it will be… Continue reading
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Another Schedule Bites the Dust
With recent events and achievements, I need to readjust the way I plan my schedule again. Which I feel that I have to do every fortnight, or at least every month. I should just write a book that is just… Continue reading
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“Inspiration”
Here I sit at my desk, arms folded across my chest and a jacket around my shoulders as I stare at the empty document on my screen. I’m waiting for it to come, waiting for it to land in my… Continue reading









