Elinor

jello getting up and moving has been a struggle, a challenge i feel permanently encased in jello in my same tired body and the ugly skin I've always worn wondering ...

The Edge I'm lost at the precipice the edge of the harrowing cliff and I can't see the bottom. maybe something great is below me, or maybe I just might ...

Evening Report Stop for a moment I read the evening report-- answer for yourself.

Nostalgia Lately, I find myself with a nostalgia for a past that never existed a time when I was happy in my skin a time when the world was still ...

Worked more on my new chapter one today, and I basically have to fill in one part of the prologue before it's done. I also worked on the epigraphs for ...

island another day in my lonely life every day, less real and further from shore as i watch life happen to other people and all i get is older. all ...

Wrote another page in the prologue today and feeling good. We're moving along.

waiting for the sun the sky is filled with a late afternoon golden glow it's still, almost too much, like the world isn't real all a studio backlot in a ...

you all it took for me to okay was for you to smile at me your eyes on mine a warm glow like the sun shining on my skin and ...

I was out and about today, but I wrote a fair bit in my notebook, and typing it all up meant that even more ideas came into my head. I'm ...

Staycation I was whisked away today from my daily life back to 1965 (I swear they must have filmed an episode of Mad Men here)-- all it took to enter ...

When You Were Young Once upon a time, you were young and full of dreams, unburdened with the worries of the world. anything was possible and your days were full ...

everything will be okay I don't know how to explain it only that I know it's true: keep on going, for the worst is over, and everything will be okay.

a winter chill I woke up this morning with the strangest chill all throughout my body. I got a sweater from my closet and wrapped a fleece around my arms ...

your flight was delayed it's rainy and dark and cold and i sit in a corridor on an upholstered chair that reminds me of what things must have been like ...