Part of it was the unpredictability of the dirt trails. While some were simply old paths that weren't it much use anymore, others were clearly just forged out of foot and tire traffic, narrow passages of barren earth cutting through grassy prairies, up steep slippery inclines, and sometimes running beneath trash-laden bridges. More often than not, there was no clear indicator as to where one trail ended and another began, the way splitting into multi-prong forks or disappearing all together without warning, only to begin anew some thirty yards away.
This morning, for the first time in perhaps eight months, if not longer, I went for a run. It felt good to have the wind on my face, sun on my arms, and fire in my chest - for all of ten minutes until my breathing gave out and my legs began to cramp. I … Continue reading From the Bottom Up
Total cliche - after being a twenty-something for a full decade, the millennial panics at the prospect of turning thirty, entering adulthood unequivocally. This is me today. Happy Birthday. Okay, I'm being a bit dramatic. Maybe it's different for other people, maybe it's the same. I still sometimes see myself as a nineteen-year-old kid discovering … Continue reading The Ravages of Forward Temporal Movement
I'll admit I've been struck more than once by the awful sting of jealousy upon seeing another author post their daily/monthly word count onto social media. So casually do they drop numbers in the thousands, tens of thousands, appearing as literal fountains of raw literature. It is enough to cause one to harbor intense feelings of inadequacy...at … Continue reading Writing at the Speed of Sloth
For the past three years, I have lived as an adult. That is, without leaning financially on my parents or anyone else, working a full-time job, and inhabiting a domicile run independently by myself and my wife (though owned by someone else). And for three years, I have placed my writing career on hold.