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Tag Archives: anxiety
Argument with Self: 12/23/1016
“Do you really need to have the walls melt here?” “It looks cool.” “Sure, but does it add anything besides that?” “It’s been there for over a year and a half now, taking it out seems wrong.” “That’s mythos. Next.” … Continue reading
Ruminations #2
It’s amazing looking over the notebooks for the last 400+ days and realizing that you’ve been running in circles for over year, hoping to find some unrefined truth hidden in the scorched and mulched ruins of what you were once … Continue reading
Posted in Essay, Something Else
Tagged A novel someday, anxiety, doubt, editing, insecurity, mania, publishing, ruminations, talent, writing
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Secret
I’m part of a secret society. We live in darkness, breathing in shadows and spitting out light. We conjure horrors and wake up the next morning utterly lost and looking at our wake with the disinterested grimace of an unappeasable … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Fiction, fiction, Something Else
Tagged anecdote, anxiety, creation, death, doubt, fear, Life, madness, sadness, secret, writing
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A World Without Logos
The older he got the more he realized that sobriety was a condition he was growing increasingly allergic to. He would have attacks. Pangs of panic as his face flushed red with an anxiety that was a distant as the … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Fiction, fiction
Tagged addiction, alcohol, anxiety, drugs, fear, learning to smile, Life, Love, potions, reality, self-medication, sobriety, world
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The Novel That Refuses to be Written
I sat down this afternoon with a goal: write. It’s the same goal I’ve always had for every shred of spare time, but lately my spare time as been relegated to extensive bouts of napping and general lamentations of the … Continue reading
Somewhere Along the Way the Muse Died
During college I had a pretty specific ritual. It wasn’t unique, nor particularly interesting, but as is most important with rituals it accomplished something. During the required months I would throw myself into my school work, engage with its ideas, chew … Continue reading
Posted in Nonfiction
Tagged A novel someday, anxiety, college, confidence, creatively deprived madness, depressed, Dreams Away, ideas, job searching, Life, muse, novel, work, writing
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Post Processing
There are certain parts of grief that seem to change with every passing moment. Little broken things that shift in the soul like shattered glass and at their worst break something else amid their rattling. I figure the pieces can … Continue reading
Posted in Nonfiction
Tagged alcohol, anxiety, death, depression, Dereliction of duty, grief, Love, processing, some small strand of fatherhood
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