If We Were Having Coffee // A New Normal to Get Used To

Hello dear readers. Welcome, happy Sunday, and thank you for stopping by for a bit of coffee and catching up. I’m in my usual Sunday panic dashing around the house trying to get everything ready for the work week and feeling guilty that more time won’t be spent enjoying what time I get to myself.

It’s like the weekend is all of Friday night and Saturday and Sundays are just pre-work days. Your body may get to be home, but your mind is on tomorrow and already feeling the first twinges of anxiety and longing for your next day off. Sigh, at least the sun is shining, and you are here, and there is coffee to brighten the mood, yes?

“Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup”

― Gertrude Stein, Selected Writings


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that last week was my first back to work since Spring Break and of course, as always, I was thrown into some last-minute, and extensive, schedule changes. We ended up having a class of new employees start, and I ended up working overtime to train them. I’m wasn’t at all happy about it either. I was feeling grouchy and down, worried and restless the whole week.

It wasn’t a particularly large class or difficult compared to any in the past, I just wasn’t feeling all that great, and I had so much else I would rather have been doing. I think the unstable weather contributed to my bad mood too. We’d have days that felt like summer was just around the corner, plenty of sunshine and temperatures in the 70s, and some days we were plunged back into winter with snow and temperatures near freezing. It’s exhausting.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I had a hard conversation with my doctor. My health has been declining again, and I think she’s a little peeved at me for not listening to her nearly a year ago and switching my medications. It’s hard though when you are teetering between “not quite what you were but feeling okay” and “extreme fatigue, pain, and a host of other alarming symptoms.” It’s hard to know when what you are doing isn’t working when you don’t know what your new normal is, you know?

So, now I will have some new medication, new side effects to watch for, and a new normal to get used to. I’m so thankful for the support and understanding of my fiance, my family, and my friends. I’m thankful for their willingness to listen, to check in on me, and to make me do all the things I don’t want to do. I’m thankful they are willing to put up with my whining and my frustration. They are more patient with me than I am with myself.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this week I had a scare. I almost lost someone who means a lot to me, and who I had been taking for granted for too long.

My grandmother was rushed to the hospital early last week with chest pain they found was caused by a tear in an artery. She endured some 6 or 8 hours of open heart surgery and came out ready to begin her recovery. I went to visit her and was so inspired by her resilience and her sense of humor and love for me. She asked me to come around more and to get her pictures of my girlfriend and I, and I promised her I would.

I realized that she is where I come from and she holds a ton of knowledge about my past and my family. She holds all the secrets and stories. I found myself panicked worrying that if I were to lose her, I would lose the answers to so many questions I haven’t had the chance or the courage to ask.


If we were having coffee I would tell you that because of work, and my health, and my moods, and my panic, I fell behind on my A to Z posts, but I’m very close to catching up.

I know that most people write their posts well in advance of the challenge, but I had been hoping to cultivate a daily blogging habit starting with this challenge. I thought beginning with a theme and having at least an idea for each post might help. It might also help if I wasn’t so wordy and long-winded. Hopefully, that will get better with time.

I have worked out a few kinks and settled into a flow, and I have learned how to write first and edit later, though it is a lesson I have to keep learning again and again. I’m writing every day and scheduling my posts for the next. That doesn’t feel too much like cheating.

Unfortunately, any hope I had of an easier week to write in have already been dashed though I still think I’ll be able to keep the overtime in check. I may fall behind a few times before the end of this month, but I am not for a second entertaining the idea of giving up.


If we were having coffee I would tell you the best news of all, this week is my birthday week! And this birthday is an extra special one, this year my birthday falls on a Friday. This year my birthday falls on a Friday the 13th. I’ve been waiting so many years for this one, and I’ve decided to get a new tattoo to mark the occasion.

Many of the tattoo shops around me do Friday the 13th tattoo specials in which you choose a pre-drawn piece of flash to adorn your body with for only $13 (or $31, or $62, or some other flat rate). I have a tattoo or two I’ve gotten spontaneously on a Friday the 13th just for the fun of it, and this year won’t be any different. I’ve already scouted the offerings from some local shops, and I think I’ve settled on one that feels right.

As for the rest of my plans, We’ll go out to lunch, we’ll cook a special dinner at home. I’m hoping for crab legs and a good bottle of wine. A close friend’s birthday falls the next day so Saturday will be the night for hard partying and Sunday will be spent in recovery. I can’t wait to tell you all about it.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the day is wearing on and I have at least two more posts to write before the day ends, plus laundry and dinner, not to mention the afternoon nap I hope to squeeze in.

Thank you again for stopping by. I was in greater need of the caffeine and conversation than I knew. I hope your week was productive and your weekend peaceful. I hope Spring has found you wherever you are, and you have found time to enjoy some sun.

Until next time.


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If We Were Having Coffee // A Busy Week, a Broken Espresso Machine, and a Blizzard

Hello dear readers! Thank you for stopping by for a bit of caffeine and conversation. The espresso machine is unfortunately out of commission. My dishwasher is stronger than I thought. Strong enough to take the finish off the filter holder, exposing the metal underneath that now turns the water that runs through it grey. I loved that machine, and I have been in deep mourning over its loss for over a week now. At least I’ve replaced the french press, which cracked the week before, but we can’t use that either. It’s full of cold brew for tomorrow.

So, regular old drip coffee it is, and a bit of catching up while the snow piles up outside. I’ve had my fingers crossed all day hoping it keeps up and I won’t have to go to work tomorrow.

“If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things – huitlacoche the corn mushroom, coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong.”

— Sandra Cisneros, “Eyes of Zapata”


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that my first couple of weeks back to work after the holiday break have been rough. I expected to ease a little easier into the year but I underestimated the amount of work I put off to catch up on, and I was blindsided by the amount of work my boss had waiting for me when I got back. So there was no time for writing. That’s not true, there was, but there are somethings I love in this world more than writing, if only barely.

The next few weeks look to be just as packed with work as the last, and I expect I will have to keep putting off the work I’d wanted to do for myself since the new year. Or, I’ll have to cut back in other areas. Less time watching TV, less time napping, less time sleeping in on the weekends, less time on Twitter maybe? I’ll certainly try, but one thing I have learned about myself is that if I can’t get a few words written between 8:00 and 10:00 AM then there is very little chance they will get written at all. My mind just doesn’t work outside of those hours.

Other than that the week was good. I drove a lot and made some real progress in getting over this driving anxiety. To and from work is getting easier but other places and new streets terrify me, but I did it. I drove to the doctor’s, for my first flu shot ever, and to Starbucks, as a treat for trying so hard this week. I’m proud of myself, and I really think I am a teeny-tiny bit less afraid.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this weekend has been a good one.

Friday night after work we met up with some friends for Mexican and margaritas. The margaritas were big, our group was too loud, we probably stayed later than the wait staff wanted us to, but we didn’t care. The laughs were needed, and the sopapillas were good. I was happy, and I felt good about myself for a little while. I can’t wait to do it again. We’ve already planned a night of dinner and drinks and re-watching Neil deGrasse Tyson’s Cosmos on Netflix, and we’re working on a camping trip this summer too.

After dinner, I came home for cups of chamomile tea and Blade Runner 2049! Which was so good. I have been waiting to watch it since finishing the book Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick over a month ago and watching the movie right after. All of it was beautiful. Next, I’ll be starting Amazon’s anthology series Electric Dreams, based on Dick’s short stories, and adding more of his work to my TBR list. If you have recommendations please share them in the comments!


If we were having coffee I would tell you that yesterday was mostly spent at IKEA, buying that previously mentioned french press and dreaming of new ways to remake a few rooms of the house including new desks for the “creativity room”—where water coloring, bookbinding, sewing, reading, and of course, writing takes place—and whole a new kitchen, one day, someday.

We also stocked up plenty of food and hard cider so we wouldn’t have to leave the house today in this blustery winter weather. The snow has been falling since sometime in the middle of the night and not forecasted to stop well into this evening. At noon the snow total thus far read almost 7 inches. That was two hours ago. The wind is blowing hard and our driveway is covered with a sheet of ice. I really hope we don’t have to work tomorrow. Even if the plows are out and the roads are treated, the traffic will still be a mess.

When you work on a school bus the weather plays a big part in how safely you can do your job and how tense and stressful that job will be. Better to stay home I say.


Today we’re cleaning, catching up on shows and movies we’ve meant to watch and making more plans for the house, and for the wedding, which is happening this year no matter what! We did have to push the date again, we’ve settled on October at the latest, and made plans to tour a site for the reception this coming weekend. We’re deeply disappointed in ourselves for slacking on the planning but it isn’t easy and it isn’t cheap. It’s stressful as hell, but we’re trying.

I also spent the day working on my bookbinding projects, both of which I had hoped would be done by now, but with work, and wanting to be with my girlfriend every free moment that I have, nothing much has gotten done. This morning I bound the pages of the journal, and I plan to do the gluing and the page gilding before bed. As for the sketchbook, I’ll at least get the stitching holes measured and marked and 3 or 4 signatures bound. Pics soon I promise!


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that my coffee has gone cold and as much as I’d love to refill it and spend another hour here with you, I think I’d better be off. I have a lot more work to do, and a few things that look more like procrastination than work to do too.

I hope your week was a good one, productive but in a healthy and fulfilling way. I hope that your weekend had room for all the relaxing and recuperation you needed. Drop a note in the comments, I love hearing from you, and keep your fingers crossed for me. Pray the snow doesn’t let up, that school is canceled, and I get to stay home tomorrow, warm and safe.

Until next time.


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If We Were Having Coffee // The World is Falling Apart, Stay Safe

Hello, dear readers! Thank you so much for stopping by for our weekly coffee and conversation date. I know it hasn’t been so “weekly” lately. Life’s been a little crazy, and my health and energy levels have been suffering because of it, but I’m hoping that we will get back to regular coffee and catching up starting this week. There’s a chance all the crazy may be winding down. I can’t say I promise though since so much of what has happened has been last-minute and unexpected. I just want you to know I’m trying.

“Life is like coffee, the darker it gets, the more it energizes.”

― Ankita Singhal


If we were having coffee, I would start by letting everyone in the state of Florida know that my thoughts are with you. I am following the news of Hurricane Irma very closely, and I hope that the worst predictions won’t come true. I hope you all stay safe and that the damage to your homes, schools, streets, and wildlife and lands will be minimal and I hope the recovery and the rebuilding will be a time of coming together in compassion too.

My thoughts are still with Houston and the survivors of Hurricane Harvey. I’m following the news coming out of the West as wildfires burn unchecked, and I am thinking of the people of Mexico dealing with their own hurricane and the strongest earthquake to hit the country in 100 years.

My heart is also breaking for the young men and women who feel so betrayed by the President’s decision to put an end to the DACA program. I faxed all my congressional representatives to let them know just how ugly and cruel this is and that I hoped they would do right by the citizens of this country and protect its most vulnerable.

It feels like the world is falling apart and I am doing my best to be grateful for what I have a where I am and to keep my home safe and my anxiety in check. The news is getting harder and harder to watch every day and the problems around me grow and grow until I feel hopeless and helpless do anything that matters.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the reason we couldn’t meet last week is that we finally got a weekend camping trip in. We found out that our favorite movie theater chain, Alamo Drafthouse, was partnering with SyFy to show Close Encounters of the Third Kind below the Devils Tower Monument in Wyoming. We learned it would be shown in the campsite next to the tower and decided to head on up and make a whole weekend of it for my girlfriend’s birthday.

I went up there remembering very little about the film and knowing next to nothing about the monument, so the trip was a real learning experience for me. The film was amazing, emotional, thought-provoking, and very funny. The tower was like nothing I’ve ever seen. If you haven’t been there, I highly recommend you go at least once in your life. The hike around the base of it is incredible. You get right up next to it, and even without registration you can climb the boulder field around the base and get right up to it.

I learned a ton about the geography and formation of the tower as well as some of the myths and Native American ceremonies that involve the tower that still go on today. The whole experience was just amazing. I want to tell you more, but the words I have just aren’t enough to convey how I felt up there. I’m so glad we went and that I got to see just a miracle of nature up close.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that while getting away from all the problems and expectations of life for a weekend was nice, it wasn’t nearly enough. When you know there is a whole world out there, with no deadlines, no expectations, nothing but beauty and history, you want to leave everything you know, go off grid and just dedicate your life to seeing as much of nature as you can. Sadly, letting go of your life, your connections, and your luxuries isn’t so easy. So, back to the real world, we had to return.

Work has been hard. I had a hectic week both last week and the week before plus I have been trying to squeeze in writing whenever I could, which wasn’t nearly as much as I needed. And even with all I have on my plate, I feel so guilty for complaining because compared to people around me I think I have it pretty easy. My route isn’t that bad. My work hours aren’t so bad either; and at least I have some time, anytime at all, to focus on my passion. At least I have a passion to wish I had more time for, you know?


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that everything hasn’t been all bad. Not only did I accomplish my goal applying for the Bitch Media Writing Fellowship the week before last I also sent my first real pitch to Buzzfeed for their Mental Health Week coverage. I had hoped to send a full draft of the piece but work really got in the way and I just couldn’t finish it. I’m hoping a summary, and a few clips will be strong enough to be considered, if not I’ll have a topic to discuss here instead.

I have a list of other places to send work, and I anticipate lots and lots of rejection, but that’s okay. I want to start pushing myself further. I want to start learning how to become a real writer, one who is paid to write. The only way I can do that is to start putting myself out there. I have to get over this fear of failure and start making mistakes and maybe even embarrassing myself a little so I can improve not just my work but my pitching strategy too.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that as much as I have missed chatting with you, I have to run. Between the long weekend, the busy work weeks, and my girlfriend’s birthday celebrations, I’ve had no time to take care of the house and I still have to get ready to visit my family, who I have also neglected these past few weeks.

I hope these first weeks of September have treated you well and if it hasn’t, I hope things turn around for you soon. Stay safe, make time for the things you enjoy, take care of yourselves and your loved ones too.

Until next time lovelies.


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If We Were Having Coffee // Hello July, I Have Goals

Hello, dear readers and happy Sunday to you all. Thank you for stopping by for a bit of coffee and catching up on this weird weather, hot and gloomy afternoon. Warm coffee sounds awful right now, so of course, it will be cold brew instead. I need the higher caffeine content anyway. As usual I had plans of cleaning the entire house and writing the tons of blog posts and essays plus reading and drawing and being generally awesome all over the internet, but instead, I’m fighting the urge to lay on the couch, watch Netflix, and drift in and out of naps until dinner time.

“A little coffee. A little sunlight. Your troubles will get smaller.”

— Richard Webber, Grey’s Anatomy


If we were having coffee I would tell you that this past week was much more productive than the week before, and the week before that, but no nearly as productive as I had hoped it would be. I’m not all that disappointed though, I’m never as productive as I want to be. I don’t think anyone does as much as they would like to do, ever. We’d all be dead from exhaustion if we were. Laziness does have its evolutionary benefits I suppose.

I ended up having to do more work at my actual work which left me a lot less time for writing than I had hoped. I wrote about letting go of what I haven’t accomplished and start working from where I am. I took some inspiration from Kahlil Gibran and contemplated confronted the recent silence in my soul. And I shared everything I am currently doing and think as the month of June and the first half of the year, came to an end.

I did better than I have all month, but I didn’t get as far as I’d hoped on my, not so secret side project and I didn’t get my latest newsletter out despite having written at least half of it. It is a top priority for the coming week.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that one thing I am proud of is my first attempts at catching up on comments around here. I have been harboring so much guilt for being such a bad blogger. I’ve said it before but for the new followers, I’m already a little awkward socially, but I’m especially so online. I’m probably the only person in the world who thinks it easier to interact with other in real life than on the internet. BUT I’m working on it.

I don’t want to go one feeling like this, and I don’t want any of you to think I don’t appreciate each and every one of you. I don’t want you to think even for a second that every comment left here doesn;t mean the world to me.

All of you have been so supportive and kind, and I probably would have given up long ago if it weren’t for your encouragement. The least I can do is get over myself and say something! Even if it’s just a simple thank you.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I’m a little bummed the first half of the year flew by so quickly. I didn’t accomplish everything I wanted to (story of my life), but I’m hopeful for the second half.

I don’t like to look too far ahead, that’s been part of my problem lately, but I’m taking a moment to think about what 2018 is going to mean. I want next year to be the year I do all the things I’ve wanted to but have been horrible at planning in advance for.

This year I missed the Write On challenge, I failed the A to Z challenge, and I didn’t create any artwork. I figure if I spend a little time every week starting now I can get these project set up and hit the ground running in 2018. A little time every week doesn’t sound like too much at all…I think.

I’m also working on setting up small monthly goals. You may be surprised to learn that I am not very good at all at setting up goals, not the kind that are detailed, clear, or have deadlines. I’ve seen other bloggers sharing their “small goals” every month, and I thought I’d give it a try:

  1. Finish a writing sample for the Bitch Media Fellowship for Writers
  2. Complete 5 pieces for the first issue of Zen and Pi the zine
  3. Gather tutorials and supplies for beginning a lino printing project
  4. Start cleaning out the basement for bulk trash pick up



If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the highlight of my week was date night with my girlfriend. As usual, we went to the movies, a very late night showing of The Beguiled. The film is about an all girls school in the south during the civil war. The girls—and the teachers too—seem to have been a bit sheltered when a wounded Union soldier shows up, and they all go crazy from the testosterone and manliness trust into their presence. It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. I’d advise waiting until it’s on Amazon or Netflix to check it out.

The reason this was the highlight of my week was that it was the first time in a long time that we’ve had an entire theater to ourselves. We spread out across a few seats, ordered french fries and a couple of old fashions, and giggled and talked through the whole thing. We were the last ones to leave the theater and in fact, couldn’t find one staff member as we made our way out to the parking lot at one in the morning. It was great!


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that as much as I enjoyed this chance to talk exclusively about myself I had better get up and get going. The dishes are waiting to be washed, and there are loads of laundry that need washing and folding. I’m hoping there may still be a nap I can take too if I time everything right.

Thank you for stopping by. I hope your week was more productive than mine and your weekend was as relaxing as you needed it to be. And to my fellow Americans, please stay safe this week as we celebrate being the land of the free and, at least in our own minds, being the best at everything ever.

Until next time…



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If We Were Having Coffee // Just Get Through This Week

Hello dear readers. Thank you so much for stopping by for a cup of warm coffee and what may a bit of a rambling chat. I feeling somewhat scattered today. I woke up much later than I wanted to this morning and no matter how hard I try to catch up I find myself slipping further and further behind. There is so much I had planned to do that I am sure I will have to put off again.

I have been easily distracted, my mind is restless and anxious, I’m tired, and slipping slowly into frustration.You should probably get out now while you can.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the only things keeping me going right now are the sunshine outside my window and the knowledge that no matter what happens all I have to do is get through this week. I just have to keep on breathing and put one foot in front of the other all the way through Friday, and then I will have plenty of time to accomplish everything I had to set aside. I will have two full weeks off of work in which to read, write, and create a little art in. It is going to be amazing!

I want to work on a few submission, at least two pieces for my zine and get a jump-start on a few post for the new year. My art journal has been neglected for months now, and I really want to try to get one or two more books read before the end of the month. I almost wish I could have the time off without the holiday getting in the way.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that, speaking of reading goals, I am enjoying Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones so, so much. She writes about writing in a way that makes me feel the way I know I should be making my readers feel. She makes me feel better about the way I feel about writing. The way I prioritize it and allow it to seep into nearly every other aspect of my life. She makes me feel like I might be doing a thing or two right after all.

I’m a little over halfway through it and next I’m supposed to read Plato’s Republic but that doesn’t sound very fun right now, so I think I will start on a stack of shorter books I have by writer’s of color for a while.


If we were having coffee, i would tell you that the highlight of my weekend was getting out for sushi and a late night movie with my girlfriend Friday night. The sushi place is a new one we found in the same parking lot as our favorite theater. That means we can have a bit of sake with dinner and not have to worry about the drive. The place in intimate and I don’t feel too intimidated by my lack of experience using chopsticks or eating something I can’t even pronounce. It’s nice to feel comfortable to try new things and make mistakes.

We saw Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, which I wish I could tell you was amazing. It wasn’t bad, but after seeing movies like Arrival, Moonlight, and Handmaiden, I was a little underwhelmed. I tried to like it for what it was, though.

I wanted to see Rouge One this coming weekend, but I stalled too long and nearly every seat is sold for every showing through Sunday night. Sigh.



If we were having coffee, I would tell you that for the first time ever, starting a new year scares me. I’ve been trying to think about some goals or resolutions I would like to set, and nothing seems right. Whenever I try to picture where I want to be a year from now all I can think about is how crazy 2016 turned out to be and my brain sort of gives up. Why try to prepare or predict when nothing turns out quite like you wanted it to anyway?

I think the closest I may come to real resolutions this year is just a list of things I would like to do if I can. The list will be flexible, I’ll add things throughout the year as they occur to me, and I’ll remove the items that just won’t work.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that, lately, I have been feeling a little down about myself. My self-esteem has taken a dip, and I can’t help thinking that nothing I am doing is turning out right. I’m struggling not to stay in bed all day and hide from the world…


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I am so sorry, but I really have to get going. I have words to type, laundry to wash, and a dog begging for attention. I hope that you had a good week and a relaxing weekend. I hope the coming week will be an easy one, for both of us, and I hope you will stop by the comments to say hi and let me know what you have been up to.

Until next time :)


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If We Were Having Coffee // Trump is Disgusting, and I Cannot Wait for This Election to Be Over

Hello, dear readers and happy Sunday! Thank you for stopping by for a bit of coffee and catching up. I’m late, again, but not as late nor nearly as busy as last week.

I may be in and out, doing laundry and checking the banana chips I have baking in the oven. This is the first time I’ve made them and even if they turn out badly, the smell of warm bananas filling the house for a few hours kinda makes them worth the effort anyway.



If we were having coffee, I would tell you that Trump is a complete asshole and I am shocked anyone is even considering voting for that monster. Whew! Glad I got that off my chest.

I’m sure you’ve heard the disgusting tape, and I’m sure you are aware of all the to say that Trump has in fact done all the things he bragged about doing to Billy Bush, then denied doing in the most recent presidential debate. I have my concerns about Hillary, sure, but I know she will not be the worst president this country has ever had, and I know she will be far better than Trump could even dream to be.

I cringe thinking of all the ways Trump will embarrass the American people should he get elected. I cringe imagining what it will be like to have to hear his hateful rhetoric and that goddamned sniffling during every presidential speech and address.

I hope the next few weeks will go by quickly, I hope you are registered to vote, and  I hope Hillary crushes Trump on November 8th.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I have been learning how to cook lately. I mean I know how to cook, or I know how to follow a recipe, mostly, but I’m learning how to cook comfortably.

My lady loves to cook, and she’s excellent at it, but she’s been working a lot lately and doesn’t always have the time anymore. It feels wrong for her to have to come home and cook too. So, a few nights a week I am taking over in the kitchen. I’m trying to come up with things to make that she hasn’t made before, that way I’m not comparing my versions to hers. A comparison I am sure to come out on the wanting side of.

On the menu this week are hot wings, sweet potato waffles, and—if we can find the ingredients—this delicious recipe for tacos al pastor.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that absolutely no progress has been made on the NaNoWriMo front. I haven’t quite figured out how to blog, put out a newsletter, work my day job, spend time with my girlfriend, cook a few dinners, and write a novel. I’m feeling overwhelmed and burned out already.

It’s not just all that, though, I’m having a hard time believing I can come up with a good story. I get the feeling that most people feel like they have a good idea, they just don;t know how to write it. I have the opposite problem. I don’t have a good idea to start with. I have bits and pieces and feelings. Once I get my shit together, I’m confident I could mold and sculpt the thing into something decent at least. I’m just not sure I can get there.

I don’t want to give up before I’ve even started, though.


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this I have been enjoying a ton of TV shows and movies, which may or may not be related to the above problem.

If you’re looking for some awesome weekly TV programming check out Westworld, The Exorcist, InsecureVice News, and American Horror Story: Roanoke. I watch other show, more than an aspiring writer should I am sure, but these are the newest additions and the ones I am most excited about.

Besides TV we also saw the ballet Swan Lake this weekend and this coming weekend we are heading to the museum after hours to see this amazing looking live presentation on bats. I am so excited!


If we were having coffee, I would tell you that beyond that, my life is incredibly boring and I have nothing else to fill you in on. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to, though. Maybe drop a note in the comments and tell me what shows you’ve been watching, whether or not you’ve been accomplishing your goals, and how much you cringe when you think about Trump sniffling directly into a microphone during the next State of the Union address. Ugh!


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