I had leftover sweet potato fries for lunch. Yeah, it’s that kind of day. I can’t focus. The city is bumpy and screeching outside my windows and I can smell summer approaching. I know that spring has only recently officially begun, but there is no Spring here, not really. I fell on the sidewalk, while walking the dogs and gawking at the monstrous buildings that are popping up like weeds in Hollywood. I got a bit scraped up and bruised. Why does falling hurt more when you’re almost 49? And almost blind? I cry when I fall, not because it hurts, but because it reminds me. I am resenting Zelda (my white cane, for those who haven’t been introduced) and RP and middle age. I should be working on poetry. I am writing this blog post instead. Continue reading “That Kind of Day”
When I discovered Steve’s blog, MSich Chronicles, I was an instant fan, of Steve and of his writing. So, you can imagine how thrilled I was when Steve asked if I would write a guest post for his blog. This is my first foray into guest posting and it is a real honor to be asked to be a guest writer in another’s virtual writing home. Thank you Steve for putting your trust in me.
I am a lazy blogger. It probably isn’t a secret. Most of my posts are unpolished and clearly just an unwinding of something within me. Lately, they aren’t even new, just links to things I have already written that are appearing elsewhere. In truth, I haven’t been writing a lot the past few weeks; I write every day, but some days the words are few and feel miles from anything remotely palatable.
Most often, here and outside of the blog, I write without direction. I don’t do research or develop plot lines. I put in the time and the work, but I let the words themselves guide me. I revisit them and change them, smash them and polish them, especially with my poetry, but I don’t approach them with forethought. I suppose the unwinding is simply my writing process, but this saturates me with self-doubt; I always return to the idea that I must be doing it wrong, that I don’t have the tools to do it right. I am terrified that I will finally discover what I have feared all along, that I am a fraud.
Continue reading “Fraud”
Toward the end of last year, I started writing a bit more about the ways in which RP affects my physical life and tried to answer some questions. One question that I haven’t answered, posed by two of my fellow bloggers and friends, Mandi and Tom, is about how my other senses are affected as my sense of sight is swallowed up by RP.
There are differing opinions about this. Some people say that the idea of your other senses getting stronger is a myth, others think it is pure fantasy – who doesn’t want to be DareDevil after all? I think it is an inevitability, but also something that can be cultivated over time.
Continue reading “A Hundred Secret Senses”