Twitter is simple—it’s what Facebook used to want to be, back when users needed an .edu email address to join. It’s the space where people…
Before, my life felt like I was always running a labyrinth. Always hearing a screaming baby in a distant place, never able to reach it, constantly yanked in different directions, racing against a time frame that didn't exist. But now the whole thing has been razed, disintegrated.
What happened when I walked into a clinic expecting a pap smear and walked out with an Adderall prescription.
It's been a non-stop shit-show of people telling me I'm so amazing and deserve better then turning around and letting me down by choice. And the impact really can't be summed up in a paragraph or two.
Is it such an awful situation that we don’t even have a word for someone like me? Or are we so blind to the full scope of infidelity that we are not willing to consider that I, too, am a betrayed partner?
But on the other days, the ones I can push through, the healed (or healing) part of me asks “Why don’t others believe they deserve me? Why do they fear what they want?”
Why I am taking a break but not really going anywhere.
As a writer I have always believed in trusting the reader. If a writer fails this, the prose suffers. It is where walls of text and overwrought exposition is born and storytelling goes to die.
Writing is art. Writers are creatives. We are allowed to experiment, make messes, push boundaries and withdraw from them if we desire. To learn the rules then break them all, simply for the sake of our art.
The purpose of Tetris is to achieve it, clearing lines, creating more space. ...The strongest lesson it imparts is that you plan for Tetris, but let go of it, too.