Introverted Mutiny

I havent blogged in months. Caught up in the spiral of nothingness and everythingness that has been the last quarter of 2020. The fires...

I sit here and I wait. I cry myself ragged in the dark. My body shakes. My voice cracks. And then there is silence. A woeful numbness...

“This used to be my playground…” That damn song rang through my head at every opportunity. Like some poorly written Lifetime movie where...

My hands freeze. They fail to create. To pick up a pen. To write. To bring me breath and life as the only way I have ever known to find...

Or—Write what you know. I think it’s kind of funny that this concept—this age-old advice—is so contested by writers these days. A...

This was going to be a tweet--it ran away from me. Ok. Look. Managing your social spaces, such as Twitter, and how often you utilize...

This was supposed to be an Instagram post...It ran away. *** What I want to do every day is typically overshadowed by a lot of mess....

The batteries on all my devices are nearly dead as I decide it is time I sit down and write. Isn’t that the way it always goes for people...

Here we go. Sliding into the new year. Leaving 2019 behind us but taking along the lessons and the scars it left us with. It is weird to...

20Books Vegas Takeaways: As writers we tend to have the grave misconception that the writing is the hard part of authorhood. When in...

It’s been awhile. Truth is…words have not been friendly lately. In fact, they have eluded me completely. Even a daily vss prompt has been...

On the issue of failure. I think that I have failed at every single thing that I have ever attempted. I mean. When it comes to anything...

What. The. Crap. An interesting way to start things off here, for sure. But let us not be bogged down with false pretenses. It's not...