Author Archives: Anna
The Whoosh of Defeat
In his posthumous book, The Salmon of Doubt, Douglas Adams wrote, “I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.” Which is very charming and witty and Adams-esque. And it annoys the hell out of … Continue reading
A New Beginning
I’ve wanted to take up blogging again for a while, as it is a fairly casual form of writing that offers feedback, a way of marking progress, and a system of accountability. But the problem with blogging is you need … Continue reading
A Pause in Production
You may have noticed that my blogging ambitions have fallen to the wayside. I aim to fix this. I want this to be a collection of all of my creative endeavors, whatever they may be. But that’s going to take … Continue reading
Stormy Skies
I haven’t been feeling stellar lately, on an emotional level, so to counter that, I’ve taken to binge-watching Cheers. I figured it would have a few Very Special Episodes, but nothing on the level of, say, my own bleak outlook … Continue reading
O Girls of 2005
I went to my ten-year high school reunion on Saturday. It was an odd feeling. The cafeteria was different, but immediately I was taken back to awful french fries, loud talking, grace coming over a sound system from the mid-80s at best, … Continue reading
Ill Humours
Once upon a time, I spent an evening arguing with a complete stranger about my dominant humor. I was visiting a friend in Los Angeles, and she brought me along to a get-together at her friend’s apartment. We sat on … Continue reading
Depression Diary: The Dull Ache of Melancholy
I’ve been doing some thinking, which isn’t necessarily how I want to spend my time, but brains are hard to turn off and thoughts never really form so much as appear, so there’s no preventative measures. So I think. I … Continue reading
Something Fishy
Smell is probably the most powerful trigger when it comes to memories. Case in point: at work, one of my co-workers heated up a meal that involved fish. I started remembering vividly my days of elementary school science. There was … Continue reading
Depression Diary: Writing is Hard
Every time I went to put words on paper (real or digital), my brain froze. I knew the gist of what I wanted to say, but finding actual words felt nigh impossible. I didn’t have the energy. For anything, really, … Continue reading
