Tag: Prose

The Visit

There are many things I love about Harrisburg, but the one thing I currently appreciate is how you never know what might happen as you walk down the street. Sometimes this takes on a negative meaning, as catcallers still exist (and still have not figured out that their actions are

The Metamorphosis of Sam

It has been an incredibly long time since I have posted on here. I would apologize, but I feel that I’ve been very productive in my absence. (Okay, fine… I’ll apologize. But I will say that I’m doing much better than I would have expected back in April, when I

Story Is My Religion

After all, that’s what most religions are made up of. Stories. Structured words that explain our origins, and pain, and where we’ll end up. We tell ourselves stories to understand; we tell ourselves stories to remember. We tell ourselves stories to forget. Story is my religion, and characters are my

A Reintroduction

Hi, I’m Sam, and I am terrible at writing. Okay, so I wrote a book. Sure. But how often do I write each day? A few minutes? Do I even do that much? Author or not, can I even consider myself a writer if I can’t write for even a

Try Harder (Or, a Happy New Year?)

Today is the release date of my book, The Fields. I have been trying to promote it more than I’ve tried to promote anything else, really, which still means I haven’t tried to promote it enough, because I’m terrible at telling the world to look at me. But nonetheless, I

Happy Anniversary (We’ll Make It Happy)

Remember, remember. It’s weird, but it’s much easier to remember the negative anniversaries over the positive ones — which is an irony in itself, since the go-to phrase is “happy anniversary”. Not everyone is so lucky. Some people are routinely surrounded by unhappy anniversaries. It’s not an active choice. Even

Cats Worry, and Other Stories We Tell Ourselves

Early this morning, I had the thought that my cat doesn’t trust me, and it made me feel better. I was crying, and normally when I cry, my cat ignores it. He doesn’t understand what crying means, that it means I’m upset, so he just continues on, acting like a

Ending on a High Note: Carrie the Musical is a Wrap

It’s been nearly two months since I joined the team of Carrie: The Musical for tech, and then shows. There have been a lot of bittersweet moments in those last nearly two months regarding this production. I was severed from my social life (lack of weekend availability will do that)

It’s Kinda Sorta (Almost) Finished

It’s finally crunch time. I’m going to publish this damn book if it’s the last thing I do. I’ve talked about The Fields from time to time on this blog, and that’s all it’s ever been… talk. Now I will do. And it’s going to happen in the next two

Burnout

Burnout is constantly feeling like I’m late to something, even when I’m not, rushing through an activity because I just want to get to the end and “be on time”. Burnout is thinking that I have to get through just a little bit more, hold out a little longer, and

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