Cookies

Sometimes it seems like there's a recipe to everything. As if no matter what you're doing, it's just a matter of throwing in the same ingredients, doing the same grunt work, and you'll get your cookies. Yeah it's rarely that simple at first, but once you get something right—or at least sort of right—it's so easy to get locked into the behaviour that achieved it.


Positive reinforcement can lead to genuine self-improvement for sure, but there's always the annoying danger of complacency on the side. Especially if it becomes something you start to crave or need.

Humanity was brilliant to invent money. Look how much good and bad it does, and all for a cookie we can't even eat.

...You can buy some though.

Getting there

Sometimes I wish I could crumple up my monitor like paper and throw it in a wastebasket. Yes! This is an update about the short fiction collection, which has proved to be much more time consuming than I thought it would be, especially for a project of relatively short length.

Thing is, I'm learning how to write better prose as I go, and I keep having to rework the broken little babies that seemed perfectly healthy the other day. I've also had to toss some out, bring in some new ones, and just flail madly at my keyboard in general.

I won't pretend to know when it'll be done anymore, but I hope it's soon. As fun/agonizing as this has been, I'm dying to move on. Next project will be a volume of poetry—a medium I'm much more comfortable with!

Let's
let's
let's
let's
let's
let's
let's
let's
be
okay.

Okay?

Skullhole

In a way, it still seems like there's a big hole in my head. Other than my mouth.

When my brain became a time bomb towards the end of last year and proceeded to go kablammo, I was waiting for a long time afterwards to get back to normal.

Now I'm wondering if "normal" helped wire the thing up in the first place.

Don't know if to let it grow back.

Is it wrong to be a broken person, and happier for it?