. I may have forgotten how to write. Here are the words, surrounding me, at my feet, scrambling for a hold; I do not recognise them. Things other than words follow this drift away from me. Brienne asked me something several days ago. (Or was it a week? More?) What did she ask me? I …
. 1. ‘shadowed entrances made a constellation of black stars against’ 2. If I close my eyes, you. 3. Single straight men who menstruate would possess bachelor pads that look like scenes of murder. Margaret Cho, was it? 4. I have approximately half a century left. If I’m lucky. 5. Siesta. It’s always time for …
. Yesterday I received an email from a friend with the onerous subject line “Invitation for a Dissertation”. Hardly comforting. I have had quite enough of academia, thank you very much. People seem to assume that I enjoy research simply because of the heights of anal retentiveness I reach while immersed in it. Guys, I’m …
. The first rule of Writer’s Block is we don’t talk about Writer’s Block. The second rule of Writer’s Block… ~ Caitlín R. Kiernan . 1. I have nothing to write about. 2. Ranting about having nothing to write is not an option. 3. Solution: Find Inspiration. 4. How? 5. Get help. 6. Help me, …
. A dream of mine died today.This afternoon to be exact. The news came through a call: “I’m sorry, I know it’s sudden but then the prognosis has never been very encouraging, I’m sure you remember. For awhile there, we thought it would pull through, but… All hope just collapsed. Again, I’m sorry but you …
. My nephew, Leon, is ten years old and currently in possession of his father’s PDA. I find it annoying enough that children have their own mobile phones; this one has just abducted a device both more expensive and potentially more incongruous – why would a kid need a personal digital assistant? He hardly finishes …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.