On PTSD.

Yesterday morning I had a moment. The simplest trigger: at a cafe, an old framed portrait on a white wall that reminded me of something from then. And I was off. Cycles of panic, terror, helplessness, pain, fear. And then I came back. Doing the things that help me be...

Oh boy it’s the vacation monster.

Yep. Talking to my monsters again. Last time it was the Skabbatical monster and the Book monster. Then on Official Pirate Queen Holiday I had the best idea for the most perfect thing ever: a long, sweet writing vacation. Not just going on Skabbatical but being...

Talking to the Book Monster.

I talk to my monsters. Kind of a lot. Last week I talked to the one who doesn’t want me to go on Skabbatical. This time: an especially bizarre conversation with the most giant monster of all: Book Monster. Usually I get a Negotiator to show up. But the only one...

Talking to a Huge Scary Monster.

The topic? The possibility of going on Skabbatical — my own private version of a sabbatical-that-is-awesome. For three months.* * Reassurances! 1) It won’t be happening for a while. 2) I won’t be skabbatical-ing from the blog or anything I’m...
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