Years ago, a woman drifted into the workspace where I host writing meetups every Saturday. She was dazed, floaty, and alighted on one of the couches. She couldn’t speak for a while, obviously utterly overwhelmed by something. She made to…
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Locked Out
I came home from running the other day and my key wouldn’t work in the building door. Everyone’s gone through that first moment when the key doesn’t turn. You jiggle it, pull it out, confirm that it is–yes–the right key,…
Damn Human is Writing Smut Again
Cat Zulejka here. If you don’t know me, educate yourself below: I am the most beautiful cat ever. Not even flowers can compare. Confirm: I have claws that can drive fear into the fiercest heart: And I am capable of…
The Dark and Crazy Writer
Her spirit was the wrong shape: she never quite managed to squeeze it into the puzzle of her world, where she never belonged–never fit. She looked fine, sure, even pretty in all that diffuse light at royal dances, under fiery…
Oops, Weekend with… people? Heeeelp
So the last time I went to a swing dance event, it ended with my ex lounging like a lord in the corner of a dance hall with ladies lounging all around him like coily pretties. Like seriously. And me…
A Little Dose [of Prague…]
Relax from the emotional turmoil of this past week with a little dose of Prague. I’m taking you on a visual trip while I traipse through this wondrous city to and from my Saturday meetings every week. Come experience the…
Here I f*cking go again
Here it comes again. The overwhelming stress. The crash in motivation. The inner seething. The jaw gritting to keep from screaming. The self-hatred. The sheer rage at how useless I am. I fricking hate it, but how do you combat…
Love Story of Someone Who Writes Love Stories
Some months ago I was reading an Author Spotlight on Eliza David’s page and it started off with what I thought was a fascinating bio about the author. It said something about her being unlucky in love, a hopeless romantic,…
Pics Taken on a Sleep-Delirious Trip through Prague
This past Thursday evening I took a random six-hour round-trip bus (three hours there, three back) to dance swing for three hours in Brno, Czech Republic. I discovered that, nope, I can’t dance it for sh*t, but I still try!…
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