Religious Indoctrination 3/20

I had always hated domestic life. I hated cleaning, I hated cooking, I hated childcare. I'd experienced all of these in plentiful amounts during my childhood, teen years and while working. I believed domestic existence was my duty, though. God wanted a man and a woman to pair up in a committed relationship and have … Continue reading Religious Indoctrination 3/20 →

Religious Indoctrination 2/20

I had no doubts that my religion was true. I loved my mom and dad with the innocent intensity of childhood and I knew they loved me, too. They were smart, good, caring people. They wouldn't lie to me. I had no concept of sincerely wrong belief. You see, people that believed wrong things about … Continue reading Religious Indoctrination 2/20 →

Religious Indoctrination 1/20

Religious indoctrination is a hell of a drug. Especially when it's delivered by people that are sincere in their belief, sincere in their love for you, and think they're saving you from evil and your soul from eternal torment. Especially when it starts at an age during which your impression of the world is that … Continue reading Religious Indoctrination 1/20 →

On a Bad Day

On a bad day I might not be able to write at all. This is especially frustrating because writing helps. Yesterday was a bad day and I couldn't focus my thoughts into creative coherency. I was close enough to the river of despair to stick my foot in, and the fact that I was that … Continue reading On a Bad Day →

Fascinating

Spock (Leonard Nimoy) was one of my earliest fascinations. I loved his pointy ears and his arched eyebrow and how he refused to let his emotions factor into his decisions. I loved his dynamic with Dr. McCoy. I taught myself how to raise one eyebrow because of Spock. I loved Data, too, in spite of … Continue reading Fascinating →

Youth is Wasted on the Young

I'm almost 38 which is almost 40. The thought bothers me a lot more than I thought it would. I wasn't bothered by 30. I've never wanted to repeat my teen years. I don't tend to be nostalgic or even particularly sentimental. I don't fear death. Either we go on after death or we don't, … Continue reading Youth is Wasted on the Young →

Fear and Procrastination

I'm procrastinating. I'm nearing the end of realizing a major goal. Said major goal? My first completed novel-length rough draft. I'm going to have to make major changes. I'll probably be splitting it into two to three separate stories because of the current length. I'm at 131.5k words right now. I'm not sure how much … Continue reading Fear and Procrastination →

Public Journaling

I've tried private journaling at various times in my life and have never been successful. It's not enough to write my thoughts down - I want to cast them out into the universe where they have a chance of being seen. It's a strange bit of ego but I imagine without the desire to share … Continue reading Public Journaling →