A few days ago, Ykril finally woke up from his coma. Unfortunately, he seemed to have lost his memory and couldn't even remember me. Over the last few days, I often sat crying next to his bed while he slept and wondered why we were being punished like this.\nThe responsible priestess said that a so-called retrograde amnesia, whatever that is, was to be expected with his head injuries and tried to reassure me that she was sure it was only temporary. But she couldn't explain why he had forgotten almost two years.\nShe also assured me that I could...
@Teri_Kanefield it is not just books that are never finished. I write research papers frequently, and no matter how often its if "finished" it never is.
It’s a fine line between a healthy obsession, and toxicity. Between frustration, drive, spite, desperation, and apathy. Between giving up, falling apart, figuring it out, breaking through, and continually spinning. Relapse, recovery, and sobriety, one or all of the above I’m told comes into play. But, maybe that’s just me...
This Friday (tomorrow) at 4pm, AMASE Chair @ferrous will be talking with Pete Wharmby, autistic author, about #autism, #writing, #education, #monotropism and all that sort of thing.
Tickets are free and open to anyone. This event will be recorded.
There's still time to nominate haiku for the Touchstone Award. You may submit 1 of your own haiku and 1 by another poet. It's free! Details and submission form 👇🏽
A debut author has lost her book deal after she admitted to "review bombing" competitors on Goodreads, largely targeting women of color. In a letter posted to X, Cait Corrain blamed her behavior on mental-health struggles and addiction. Here's more from the Mary Sue.
A pleasant surprise! I just found out that one of the haiku I submitted for the annual contest of the Haiku International Association has received an 'honorable mention'. 😃
We aim for self-knowledge, to have some level of self-assuredness. A degree of certainty. But is that more of a hindrance than an aid? When we tie ourselves to static identities, what happens when we confront the reality of the way things change? When like everything else we cease to be the same? We are an event rather than a name.