Bubbles
My Demon is on NPR.
As a storyteller, there are several landmarks ya hit when telling that resonate. The first time with a big audience. That first time revealing something you’ve never told. The first time you perform at a national event. I’d hit all but two of my storytelling goals (at that time) when I received an e-mail from one of…
Read MoreThis is today. Tomorrow will, I’m sure, be different.
There isn’t much grace or dignity in pouring out one’s guts all over the damn internet. I’m protective of my rough spots, mostly because I loathe the idea of The Haters smirking smugly at my difficulty. And also because it is pretty easy to look at someone’s life from the outside and assume they’re doing…
Read MoreWhat I’m not saying.
The past month or so has been difficult in ways I’ve not seen before, and to a degree I’ve not previously experienced. I’m used to doing my processing out loud, and it has helped me immensely. I thrive on tossing up my inner workings, letting them come to light, welcoming others to join the…
Read MoreBreaking in the Slave.
I hadn’t cried like that in a long, long time. Crying is something I usually do for very short bursts, then it ebbs. Maybe a minute? Tops. And then I have done what I needed to do and can either sit with the emotion or start to recover from whatever triggered the collapse. But this…
Read MoreWhen submission is a dry biscuit.
So…long-distance relationships are teh lame. We can agree they are not really all that ideal. Some times are easier than others. And there is a terrible amount of pressure on the time you can eke out to be together virtually, because by the time you have the bandwidth to talk, goddammit, it had better be connected,…
Read MoreRelocation…? Bonus.
SO, OK. Um…its like…it feels like… It feels like I’m smashing my head up against a hard rubber wall is what it feels like. I spent some time during one of my classes at the Folsom Fringe event calmly muzzling my increasingly agitated Dæmon, Bubbles. There was a discussion going on about…
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