Content Misfit
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Big universe in my head just trying to get out. Compulsive writer. Late-diagnosed autistic doing well on zoloft. Square peg often lost in landscape of round holes.
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Stealth
“Write books that get banned by the right and cancelled by the left.” I read that recently on the internet. I do not remember where. Or the context. And my memory is almost certainly paraphrasing. At the time, it did not occur to me to capture the reference. And, with so much regurgitated content on the internet, I might not even be citing the original source in any case.
By Content Misfitabout a year ago in Writers
The smallest things can be special
I am ambivalent about Christmas. But I do enjoy the lights. I wish people would leave them up longer. Sure, recycle the tree and pack away the inflatable snowmen, Santas and reindeer. But we could use the lights for another few weeks in the winter darkness. My rule of thumb is to keep my lights up until the first weekday I get home from work in daylight. Even then, I do not take them down or put them away. I just unplug them or remove the batteries. But then, I live in a small apartment and my lights are all indoors so I do not have to fear the judgment of neighbors.
By Content Misfitabout a year ago in Writers
It doesn't get any better than this
I woke easily that morning. It helped that that sun was streaming in through the louver blinds of my east-facing bedroom window. And, I had gone to bed at a reasonable hour the night before. There was no hurry to get up. I was not due at work until one o’clock that afternoon. Out of habit, I rolled over with the idea of sleeping a few more hours and enjoyed the sounds of the neighborhood coming to life. It was Friday, and “Happy Friday” greetings were no doubt being heard on buses and in coffee shops. It was not my Friday. I had a Thursday-Monday schedule, so my own weekend was days away. But I still found myself infected with weekend fever on Friday mornings.
By Content Misfitabout a year ago in Writers
After Dark
There is a story I like to tell late at night — when I have people over and we have all had a bit to drink. I like my place on the cool side, and on winter days I am happy to make do with a small portable space heater at my feet. But when I have company, I make a fire in the wood-stove that sits on a large fieldstone at the very center of the house. The glass door opens to the main seating area of my living room and there is plenty of space for several people to sit comfortably. I turn off electric lights in favor of candles around the room. We eat leek soup with buttered crusty bread. And when we are done with that, we open the first bottle. We like to start with Jim Beam as a warm up. And the night usually concludes with Yukon Jack.
By Content Misfitabout a year ago in Fiction
