It's like a wound to the soul

Things I didn't put in the locked post. All of this is making me so sad, so angry that I feel completely done with it all. Every day becomes a struggle to continue. And it feels strange because I'm not directly involved other than I'm a human being and this affects us all.

My life otherwise rumbles on. I don't want to go home. I'll have to.

I took one step forward today and sent in a short story to an open call.

And thank you all for your input on the blurbs. Part of me hates that PitMad is still going on while the world burns. It feels tone deaf. On the other hand, missing it does me no good.


My fucking apartment is running with ants. One bit me. I'm done.