My sister came to visit over July 4 weekend. I drank every day. I don't normally, so it kind of sucked in that I was tired all the time and felt sticky. Don't judge; I'm sensitive. So I decided to go dry for the rest of July. I made it from July 5 to July …
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Poop Bags Received: the Update No One Wanted
So the post office finally delivered my long-awaited poop bags. Then Sir Waggington's emailed me to say my next subscription order - every two months - would be shipped on March 4. I had to skip it, because I just got the first one, and I'm up to my eyeballs in poop bags (which I …
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Poop Bags in Limbo; Writing Moving Forward
I will not talk about the frequency of my blog posts in this blog post. Dammit, I did it anyway. Moving on. Two things are on my mind right now: 1) the Post Office and 2) my writing. Thing 1: Post Office, or How America is Still Climbing Uphill We all remember last year, the …
Focus, or Lack Thereof
The world these days changes so rapidly. Pandemics and civil unrest in the macrocosm; the year is more than half over now, and we're still in the center of a global health crisis. George Floyd didn't make it to the six-month mark, but his horrible death created a firestorm that spurred nationwide conversation about racism …
Philly? Or San Diego? In Which Beck Questions the Weather and Tries to Enjoy Herself
It's 65 degrees outside. On January 12. This means that soon - probably within the next couple of weeks - the weather will turn hateful. It's supposed to be in the 30s right now, not the 60s. This is Philly, not California. I grew up in the metro Detroit area, and I am no stranger …
Sunday Night Fuckery
So my internal clock is all messed up due to Daylight Savings Time. It's 9:30 PM, but it feels like 10:30, so instead of being fairly awake, I have insomnia. You didn't think that's what I'd say! Two for flinching. I don't actually have insomnia, I don't think. I think if I were to get …
The Autumn of Discontent
So the Summer of Dying continued. My dear friend Ashley lost her dear friend Dylan, who was a sixteen-year-old dog, but was also a strange and interesting guy who liked to stare at you and chomp his teeth silently. He left her heart and home empty, like Cali left ours. It's a tough emptiness to …
Things Got Better Until They Didn’t.
So that last post was a little stupid, I'll admit. I think I was probably drinking a little. This one isn't going to be any better, but I'm sober. Buckle up. Since I last wrote, I managed to revise the first half-ish of my book enough to submit it to my writing group for their …
Working on Some This, Working on Some That.
I did a little freelance work this morning, and then I actually sat down and started revising and working on my novel. Welcome to the State of Beck Address. Here are my talking points: I'm going through a midlife crisis. I'm turning 42 in a few months, so this should surprise no one. I've got …
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Back Again so Soon?
Yes, I am back again, so soon. Two days in a row of using this as a crutch to get me going. I did have a very productive day yesterday, though, after I wrote my last post. I punched up a few things and I submitted three different stories to two different places (Shock Totem …
