Tales Of Two Towels review

In just three pages, Eloise Whittlesey chronicles the long and often adventurous experiences of two distinctive pieces of fabric–one pink with an uppidy façade, the other brown and humble—and she does this in such a way as to imbue them with infectious personalities all their own. It’s as though she’s writing about human beings, kindred […]

The Goldfinch review

3/5 stars bookshelves: near-the-top-of-my-tbr-because-step, challenging-literature, mental-illness, art Recommended to Dustin by: Stepheny Read once, from June 8, 2016 to March 29, 2017. What better way that start this review with Stephen King’s blurb? “The Goldfinch is a rarity that comes along perhaps half a dozen times per decade, a smartly written literary novel that connects […]

Deflated, Part II

Why do I keep going? Why must I keep trying? This sense of obligation is so present that it’s domineering. It’s practically suffocating. I’m suffocating beneath this purpose. I lay deep in this monster’s maw, trapped in the chasm again. Did I ever escape? Given its lack of handles or rungs, I don’t think that I […]

March 7, 2017 (“Deflated, Part I”)

Dearest muse– Where are? Where have you been? I know you have not forsaken me, but it feels a lot like it. Worse yet, you continue to supply me with new and exciting story ideas; more so, in fact, than I’ll ever have time to write. Additionally, you’ve given me ideas for blog posts and […]

Post-NaNoWriMo (finding your bearings..)

February 4, 2017. It’s been  over a week and since then, I’ve done nothing. Seen nothing. Experienced zilch. I have felt nothing except increasing bleakness and despair. That’s right, the trend continues. I lay in bed most days, consuming hours upon hours, watching various television programs, some of which are comedic (like the distinctive personality […]

Update: January 27, 2017

Disclaimer: this is a rather long and personal post. But not too long or personal. Just thought I’d let you know.  I must confess that things with me have not gone as planned. I’ve failed to pick up a sketch pad, in order to begin practicing the basics of drawing. The desire is there. The […]