A Downward Spiral into a Blinding Sun
If anyone still bothers to read this blog you will note I have not posted in a very long time. In fact, the last time I possessed the courage to blog I had fewer lines engraved on my face and was a few pounds heavier. I believe 2010 (the last half, at least) was a toxic time. I was a stranger in a strange land, alternately peering into a fishbowl at the rest of the world or peering out of it, my mermaid tail banging helplessly against the algae-covered glass. "Look at me," I pleaded. "Save me." I am not the only one. I watched my friends face financial ruin, suffer broken hearts, and meet mortality face-to-face. Meanwhile we all went out to dinner, drank more wine, spent money on things we didn't want anyway. I spent my time being a social butterfly, a mediocre writer, a diffident lover, trying (and sometimes failing) to be a good friend. My writing partner patiently ripped chapters out of me while I kicked and screamed. I tentatively wrote embarrassingly bad ar...