Battling Depression and My Own Contradictions

Today I’m feeling the low-level apathy I’ve come to associate with my particular brand of depression. I know what I “should” be working on—even what I want to be working on—but good luck trying to get me to do it.  On days like today I’m much more likely to...

In Which I Describe Past Excuses

If this were a month ago, I’d use the excuse that I was grieving the loss of my near 17-year-old dog. I’d have simultaneously said it was insane that grief could mess with your brain so much, but I’ve definitely proven that theory wrong (as anyone who’s ever grieved...

Why I Can’t Write and Why You’re Here

I seem to have more reasons NOT to write than to do the work that will get me the only thing I’ve every truly wanted (to be a writer, in case that wasn’t clear). Every day it’s like pulling teeth to get myself to sit down at my computer and put hands to...