How do we perpetuate bullshit? By telling ourselves that the bullshit is the natural order of things instead of the result of choices we, as a species, have made. That way the bullshit will never be changed, we just accept it and deal with it the best way we can. What else are we going to do? This satisfies the beneficiaries of the bullshit just fine, though this doesn’t make them evil. It makes them human, for we all fear the unknown. Continue reading It’s Not Chocolate
I flew when I was five. Playing witch, I’d climb onto the dining room table then jump as high and far as I could into a sea of pillows I’d placed on the floor. I was five, but understood enough about physics to know falling meant pain. It only took a few tries for me to touch the popcorn textured ceiling, but I didn’t revel in my power until I’d actually hit my head and the pillow sea had to extend to the living room to catch my fall. I’d cackle as I “flew”, imagining myself flying against the backdrop of a full moon in a night sky.
Imagination is power is one of the first things I learned. So, imagine my surprise when, one day, I jumped and kept going – beyond the dining room and past pillows. I yanked my stick to the side in a desperate bid to avoid the disaster of crashing into the credenza loaded with my mother’s plants. Shocked when I turned in mid-air, I had no time to process what was happening as I sailed, head on, into the disaster of crashing into the fireplace and toppling my mother’s photos.
It took me a while to move. I banged my head and slammed my elbow pretty hard. But I was five, recovery was quick. When my head cleared I wondered if my bones were okay – and what else was possible.
“Frank! Come on in.” Her smile faltered when he hesitated and Frank suppressed a rush of indignation at the sight of her office. It should be his. Instead, he silently fumed, the Board chose this black chick to be Director of Biochemical Processes; ostensibly, because of her supposed “outstanding education” and “groundbreaking achievements”. But Frank knew the truth: political correctness run amok! She probably learned chemistry in some crack-house somewhere and Stanford tripped over themselves to get her because of affirmative action. When he said as much, his colleague called a racist! Frank told him a racist was just an insult to a white man who wanted a level playing field. It wasn’t fair. Things have gone off the rails since he was a kid. Nothing made sense anymore- except the 9×19 Sig Pro tucked into the back of his pants. Guns made sense where there was none.
I discovered a piece I wrote earlier this year and surprised myself. It was a flash fiction piece using the prompt “an impulse purchase starts an intergalactic war” and it was pretty funny. I was so delighted I questioned if I even wrote it, but I did, and it was a pretty amazing feeling. I can’t wait to share it with you guys – next week.
Until next time!
In addition to writing for my own blog, I’ve been invited to write for AfroComic Con. I’m so excited! Here my first review for Abbott!
“You wouldn’t have known me a year ago.”
“Could that be because I don’t know you now?”
I am exhausted with a capital UGH! Does posting about not posting anything count as a post? I say it does, so I am not breaking my streak!
Hey guys! Guess what? I’m art!
My friend, Mia Feuer, asked if she could slather my naked body in Vaseline then cover me with plaster of Paris. The last person who asked me that was some creepy dude I had a date with. But I said yes to her request because she offered lunch and she is my friend – unlike the creeper.
What proceeded took Netflix and chill in a whole new direction.
“Charlotte, I have to ask again… One last time… Will you marry me?”
Math was never my best subject in school, but here goes…
Two long-term writing projects plus,
plus, a committment to a smaller writing project – due weekly, plus
plus, twelve hours a day at work, plus
plus, a three-and-a-half hour daily commute, times
the slow-burning dumpster fire that is our country, divided by
anxiety, compounded by
the capacity to deal with anything, EQUALS
no decent blog post this week.
However, I do have a bit of exciting news: I made a breakthrough with my current work in progress. I loved my characters. I had all of the relationships and interpersonal conflict on lock, but the plot felt weak. The plot felt weak because I had poor world-building. A quick chat a writing coach helped me put a lot of the pieces together or, rather, helped me see where I need to plug in some holes. I highly recommend C.S. Lakin. Her website is here.
But tonight is about Netflix and learning how to knit. One or both of those things should make for an interesting blog post next week!