March 13th, 2015
Hey there, Gentle Readers –
Real-world life has gone WTF crazy. I’m so stupidly busy right now that everything unrelated to current real-life work and commitments has gone (temporarily) out the freakin’ window. Sadly, this includes the RBC challenge. I will start up again on it when life calms down — approximately by June, at this point.
Other than that, I can’t figure out why I force myself to stay up at my computer when I’m clearly exhausted, and I’ve reached the point where I’m not doing anything remotely productive. Honestly, I should be in bed right now. I’m eleven kinds of stupid for sitting here.
So I’m gone, y’all. Later.
February 20th, 2015
I have so many things I should do, but my head is also full of all sorts of troublesome things that are distracting me from my work.
And on top of that, I’m tired. With a capital T.
To me, all of this works in combination to send me the message that I should just go to bed. So that is where I am going.
Tomorrow can be brighter, right?
February 19th, 2015
So just like that proverbial cat, the germs came back. Seeing as how I’ve suffered off and on for almost four weeks now, I finally went to see my family doctor, who took one look at me and said, “Uh, yeah. Antibiotics for you.”
Now we wait for the germ-killing action to kick in and take this pain away. Whee.
I’m certain that is playing a fair role in the fact that I am weepy and feeling down today. Of course, there are other factors, too. There are always other factors, it seems. Sometimes life sucks and it’s even worse when you realize there’s not a single thing you can do about it.
I was hoping ‘15 would be better than ‘14, but so far the evidence is pointing in the opposite direction. Fucking universe.
February 1st, 2015
Yeah. That’s the word of the day, folks.
Those germs I was talking about earlier? They got me good. The doctor informed me that my version of sinusitis happens to be viral. So this means no antibiotics (because they wouldn’t work anyway, duh) and instead, anti-inflammatories, pain relievers and steroid nasal sprays. Whee.
And the best part? “If you still have symptoms after four weeks, come back and see us.”
Christ on a cracker.
So keep your fingers crossed for me that this crud does, indeed, remain just an easily-defeated virus. The alternative is just too nasty to think about.
On a related note, the smart ones among you will have realized by now that *this* might just be the reason why there haven’t been any new posts for a few days.
Gold star for you.
If, as I said, all goes well, I’ll be back to the RBC tomorrow and attempting to crank out something new in terms of creative stuff. Stay tuned!
January 26th, 2015
Ta-da! The short story is here! The title is “Hands” and it was inspired by the Maroon 5 song, “Hands All Over”.
As always, any and all creative content on this blog is copyright Kris Starr (with the exception in this case of the lyrics to “Hands All Over”), so please don’t copy and/or distribute this content without my express permission.
Feel free to comment, if you are so inclined.
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January 24th, 2015
Okay, so here’s the scoop — no reading tonight, BUT… I finished my short story! Yee-haw!
I’ve saved it and put it away for now. I will try and reread it sometime over the weekend and tweak it, and after that, post it here on the blog.
*happy Snoopy dance*
Oh, and at the risk of being totally vague and mysterious, Adam Levine is a GOD. Yeeeeees.
January 22nd, 2015
The germs are here.
I feel them.
I can sense them.
My throat feels…weird, and my head a little woozy and cottony. I’ve already gargled with salt water, which helped, and I’m just about to make myself a Hot Toddy, which should hopefully knock the damn invaders right out of the park.
If it isn’t too late, that is.
Well, we shall see what tomorrow morning brings. But for now, it’s reading for the RBC, adding word count to my short story (woo!) and getting slightly tipsy on hot tea and whiskey. Yup, this gal knows how to party, y’all. :/
Poem: “When to the sessions of sweet silent thought” by William Shakespeare
Short Story: “The Midnight Hour” by Sandra Birdsell (The Penguin Anthology… etc.)
Essay: “A City Run by Children” by Rebecca Mead (New Yorker)
January 21st, 2015
Didn’t read last night. Nope.
But… I wrote! Added another 500+ words to the short story I started. I call it progress, Gentle Readers!
No idea when I’ll be able to post it — I think I still have a ways to go — but I’ll put it up when I can. I don’t think I’ll be able to do the “story a week” challenge. I mean, it’s been, what, three weeks of January already, and I haven’t finished a short story yet?
It’s okay. I’m trying my damnedest to not beat myself up about it. At least I’m writing again, and that’s the very most important part.
Poem: “Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore” by William Shakespeare
Short Story: “Crush” by Bonnie Burnard (The Penguin Anthology… etc.)
Essay: “The Hunting of Billie Holiday” by Johann Hari (Politico Magazine)
January 19th, 2015
Wow. I fell so far off the wagon my ass hurts. Oops.
Well. No excuses. Shit happens. It’s life. Moving on.
Or as they say, yell “Plot twist!” and keep going.
So I’m a-going.
Poem: “Drinking” by Abraham Cowley
Short Story: “Voices Lost in the Snow” by Mavis Gallant (Penguin Anthology…)
Essay: My Lovely Wife in the Psych Ward by Mark Lukach (Pacific Standard)
January 13th, 2015
I have come to realize of late that if I could spend the rest of my days freelancing, writing, sewing (with a few other crafty endeavors thrown in there) and performing in amateur theater, I would be a rather happy person.
Simple enough, isn’t it? Works for me.
*More RBC stuff coming soon. I swear.