Literal blog title is very literal. How are you, my readers? I am weird. I mean, I’ve always been weird, but right now I am in a really weird head space. More on that later. Below are some writing updates in picture form. I do have an interview and a new play coming up. Check them out!
So, how is my writing going? I’m still on the possibly self indulgent self therapy kick. In other words, I am still working on my Stranger Things fanfiction right now, and that’s pretty much it. I imagine I’ll do a spooky writing challenge for October again. I do enjoy those, even when the stories go off the wall bonkers, and they usually do. I love that my readers are enjoying my alternate Stranger Things-verse where Steve Harrington is a medium. You can read the whole series here at this link https://archiveofourown.org/series/1614052. I am currently on part four of the series. The following memes sum up my writing right now perfectly. Always love a good meme.
And now for a truly self indulgent, weird, awkward poem. Read on if you’d like, or go read something else. Either way, I hope you have a nice day.
"Cave Dwelling or Dwelling on Caves" I've been thinking about caves recently Dark caves Caves with small spaces I've been thinking about getting stuck in caves About people who have died in caves People who got stuck and couldn't get out Last night when I should have been sleeping I got lost on the Internet Went down a rabbit hole Dwelt in a cave or two Learned about John Edward Jones and Floyd Collins People who got stuck and couldn't get out After two nights of little sleep I trolled the Internet until 3:00 am Until my eyelids drooped and my bones felt numb But my mind was racing Scanning the articles for every tragic detail I spend my time in cemeteries I spend my time dealing with dead people's stuff I spend my time living in what remains when your soul has moved on I know people die in all kinds of ways Fire, flood, hail storms, a fall in the shower But there's something about a cave Something about getting stuck I spent my weekend in a lovely place With lovely people who mean the world to me But it felt like a misguided attempt to reconquer my youth Revisit what was but can never be again Maybe I went in expecting too much Maybe I can't deal with reality When I was younger, I crawled through a cave In fifth grade we stepped over a barbed wire fence Crawled into a cave where people had died Our counselors led us through darkened rooms I crawled on my belly through water and tight spaces I loved it I never thought twice about the danger Anything could have happened to us We could have gotten stuck But we didn't One girl broke her ankle, though But I didn't All it takes is pressing on the wrong rock Crawling a little too far in the wrong direction A piece of equipment breaking A refusal to turn back even when things are getting bad I'll never be in a cave like that again Now I crave well marked paths Safety rails Gift shops My life is not high risk So why am I researching caves? Why do I empathize with people who are slowly dying Suffocating as they're crushed Suffocating because they're stuck There's no room to breathe No room to give And I wonder, where was the rock? Where was the narrow pathway? What was the equipment that broke? But it's a beautiful day I do what I love I am surrounded by people I love I have nothing to complain about I worked 105 hours in nine days We have less money than that in our bank account Where was the rock? I have so much to do So I research caves And people who died in caves People who got stuck and couldn't get out The alarm goes off in four hours I can read one more.
Here’s to spooky season being just around the corner and to Hocus Pocus 2! #writingupdates #fanfiction #badpoetry