Category: Inciting Incidents

Sympathetic Resonance

Racism is on the brain today. It’s been there for a while, and maybe it hasn’t been there long enough. I recognize that because I am a white, heterosexual individual, I often don’t see the effects of racism or bigotry until it hits a national scale. There are a lot

The Growing Problem

I don’t even know what to say anymore. This country has been a political shitshow for a while now, and this weekend’s catastrophe was another dollop on the pile. But it’s more than just that. The white nationalist rally that occurred the other day is upsetting, not only because people

Rocks in the Ocean

I’ve been amazed by the people around me this past week. Everyone is dealing with something, whether they are haunted by the past or struggling with the present, buried in experiences or emotions or injustices. And yet, each person continues to raise their head above the surface, treading water until

She (Part Four)

She held her breath To keep the fire alight, let it grow But it grew — it consumed — And she didn’t even know. She was charmed by the light, and ignored the catchfire, Tried to warm her hands in the heat of desire. Now this breath she releases —

Power and Control

I think it’s starting to get better. I feel I’ve become that person now, the person who flaunts her problems to get people to read her blog. Well, if you read it and feel that way, then click away. You’ve only wasted a few seconds of your day. And if

The Artist’s Dilemma

Yesterday, a friend asked me if he could sit with me and read part of the manuscript for The Fields out loud. The Fields is the novel that I’ve been working on for… about forever, now. I got the idea for the story back in high school, but didn’t come

Half Life

A couple of years ago, I started working on a project with a few women that since then has kind of fallen to the wayside. It was a really cool project, but as a lot of you know, things get shuffled around due to scheduling conflicts, etc, etc. Today, I

Panic, Passion, and Honesty

The past few weeks have been a little bit low for me, mentally. Not because of anything going on (though there have been some doozies), but because the mind does what the mind does. Once I realized what was happening, I tried to make some adjustments to compensate, and one

Birds are singing, Squirrels chasing squirrels. I nod my greetings to my neighbors. And the shining sun Makes the river reflect — The world glitters around me. Heat on my back, Color reaching my cheeks. The breeze plays games With my skin, Loose strands of hair floating and falling On

Puzzle Pieces

This weekend, Screaming Pictures got to flex its muscles again for Vidjam‘s Harrisburg Filmmaking Weekend. This is the second year we’ve done this, and this year, we had some new additions to the family, rounding the creative team up to 9 people. We collectively gave birth to a beautiful baby

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