2020 feels like trying to build a house in a nonstop earthquake. Well, that sounds like the problem is Mother Nature. Perhaps it is more like trying to build a house while others run around with bulldozers, jackhammers, and wrecking balls. Or maybe it's like building a house in the dark with no idea what …
Sharing scenes from my current novel-in-progress (maaaaybeeee novellaaaaa...) has been quite the experience. So in no particular order... ...it forces me to write something. I promised to send people scenes every Sunday, and I haven't missed a Sunday yet (17 Sundays so far!) ...it pushes me through my fear of judgment. The fear is still …
I've been making books. And I'll be selling them on Etsy. I've also been writing my Fairy Tale Asylum story. (You can read installments here--see menu bar--or subscribe via Tiny Letter.) Honestly I've been stuck with what to write most of the time. Maybe it's pandemic brain. Everything I think of seems better said by …
I've been sitting here for an hour thinking about what to write. I had ideas until I clicked on "Add New Post." Making art and poetry and stories is what I do even if it is not enough. I have added more installments to The Fairy Tale Asylum for those of you reading along. Thank …
The world feels steeped in grief. Death is countable. Grief immeasurable. And while death is part of life, so much of it is unnecessary, senseless, and terrible. We grieve for more than people. We grieve moments. My mother wasn't there to see me graduate. We grieve relationships. My mother never knew her grandson. We grieve …
Oh fathers. Dads. Heroes. Monsters. Step-dads. Foster dads. Father figures. Memories. Men trying to figure out what they're doing. You may be thinking about your dad today. Some dads are kind, lifting you up, and holding your hand, and believing in you no matter what. Some dads believe in you sometimes. Depending. They try. In …
In my last post, I talked about my ongoing story that I'm sending out via Tiny Letter. Every Sunday I send a new installment. I've sent 9 so far. Now a few more of you signed up! THANK YOU! Tiny Letter is a free platform and an extremely pared-down version of MailChimp. (I do still …
When I was a toddler, my mom spent time in a hospital in Tampa. It would have been in the summer of 1971 or 72, right around the time of The Baker Act. I don't know if that had anything to do with her time in the hospital. I know that she tried to harm …
But if someone tells you they can't breathe, believe them. Give them air.
These are strange times. Everything I've thought to write seems beside the point. To say I dislike uncertainty seems silly. Few of us do. Some people say they do, but I tend think they mean uncertainty within reason. Some people shrug and say they've been working from home for years and nothing much has changed. …
Marta Bacon 