Sunday

What I am doing, in terms of writing this book about my life in Japan, is not easy. Actually, fucking hard is a pretty accurate description. Pulling everything out, smoothing it down so you can see as much of the story as possible, without the wrinkles and creases we have made to protect ourselves, it is not an easy task. When I first started, it was exhilarating. I thought that everyone should engage in such a project of self-examination simply because there is so much within us that we blindly accept but never fully recognize or understand. But now I…

Sunday

The defeat of an incomplete to-do list.Damn you, time, with your minutes and hours. I have too much to do to listen to the ticking of a clock. Reminding myself that there will be more minutes and hours does not soothe the pacing beast of creativity, a caged tiger floating on a sea of blood. Blood, blood, everywhere, and not a drop to drink…I am tired and my words are ornery. I will sleep and get through a Monday of lesson plans and health checks and all the nonsense that goes along with winding up yet another week.