Writings
Now. I’m a writer. With published books. My published books are romance novels. Now I write my memories. My memories are rarely the same story accurately remembered. So. So I’m forcing myself to scrawl each version of the stories I remember. Then I just try to fit all the pieces together in a way that—fits. Or—doesn’t.
In 2024 I was a guest of Parkland Health’s Hospital. (19 days! Fun trip!) When I was on my last few days there, and was allowed to actually get out of the hospital bed something incredible happened: A giant thunderstorm rolled along my view of the entire city of Dallas.
So I filmed it. And then added some music.
I also got to take a shower.
The greater the loss, the more brain is fucked. This is a phrase that plays on an infinite loop inside my skull. Every time I look for some item I put somewhere I put myself down for being such an idiot. Then I remember that my brain is fucked. But. Life will go on. And I'll forget that.
I am on day eight in Saint Mary's. Reno, in a bright, glowing red. I am in room 407. That's me. 407.