I don’t have anything inspirational to say at the moment but I got a fun playlist for you that I made. You would love banshee. The song in this playlist is about a guy who raped her and he recently died on the couch he raped her on and her song is talking about how liberating it is. Others are emo songs I loved in high school and other angsty rage esque shit. Hope you like it. I have always loved your playlists so it’s an honor to share mine with you. Hoping you find your basquiat. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6eBqFaDAy0VZpSTLWpj7Rp?si=CyW6tx9ARiGB7NJCLmdKBA
I go to a gym with a huge elderly population. While I’m on the treadmill I watch True Blood. Whenever one of the million sex scenes come on I always feel like some granny or grampy is going to see and think I’m watching porn.
Keep going Kelly your almost there. Even tho I’m way too old to read a YA novel I will because you wrote it. I’ve read everything you have written. Can’t wait! ❤️
You are an eloquent writer and so courageous! Resilient as well, at least from what I read here. President and confident too. Confidence in that you show your feelings and thoughts to all of us (mostly) strangers. Although the more I read your work the more I feel I know you. Weird right?! Keep hustling Kelly & if I could buy you two cups of coffee & a donut I would ❤️
You're appreciated more than you know. You give voice to what so many are feeling, and in such a funny, honest way. Thanks for the beauty you create in the world.
I stayed inside, scared shitless, of covid for 2+ years. Hardly went inside anywhere (yes, I’m aware of my privilege). Hiding for me, my immunosuppressed son, and my father. Five years ago dad almost died. Bad lungs.
Wouldn’t ya know it, Jan 17th, he died. Five minutes after getting home from the legion he told mom, “I’m hungry, and I have to pee.” Mom put away her cheese and meat spread from the Legion. Asked dad what he wanted for a snack. She looked down at the hallway and he was down. Massive heart attack.
Wasn’t the covid. His heart. I was there in an hour. It sucked. I miss my dad.
Feb 19...I got the covid. Touché.
I guess, live your life. My dad sure did. He was 17, mom was 15. Married when she was 17. She should’ve been valedictorian, but back then, you couldn’t be married and stay in school. She got her GED. He was in the army. They went to Germany. Had my brother there. Eleven years later, I came around. A Rocky Mountain RV surprise, as I hear.
He worked 40+ years hard labor. Retired. Golfed a lot. Fished a lot. Danced a lot. Loved music.
I feel awful for mom. Now that covid is passing I can go back to see her again next week.
So yeah. Just live life. None of it really makes sense anyway. So just love it and live it.
The other day, Tuesday I think, I had my coffee with double-cream because my lazy arse housemates - despite neither working that day - had neglected to acquire some. Even in a Utopia nothing just presents itself. It takes a little work, even if a walk 50 yards to the shop is hardly 'work' when compared to my 10 hour stint. They didn't even text me to say we were out of milk...I had bought a chocolate (sticky chocolate cake) with the cream. I didn't share, because I was unwilling to share the cream I had to use on the coffee that only required milk. I have a piece left, I bought some more double-cream today! I might have it now. You only really get out what you put in. If you don't put in the effort why would you deserve any reward, right? Hope you are feeling better.
Ate the cake, drowned it in cream. There has been a constant supply of milk in the house since Tuesday. I still have quite a bit left and an Apple Strudel in the freezer. Will use the rest of the cream on that. What's the difference, yeah? They are both sweet, taste wonderful. Chocolate cake or Strudel - it makes no difference, just what you feel like at the time maybe. What a wonderful and decadent way to live...
All that time looking at chocolate cake, when there are strudels and tarts and confectionary of all shapes, tastes and delights all around. Been a Fool. Fuckin Fool. And fools!
Hoodies are the key to survival. They hug you when no one else will or when you want a hug from no one around you. They keep you warm and safe. They hide insecure you and embolden thug you…camouflage. Neanderthals and the dodo would still be here if they understood this.
Kick back and watch the film Young Adult (Charlize and Oswald).
When your YA novel is in stores, i’ll be the guy that moves it to the front and center bestsellers display.
I don’t have anything inspirational to say at the moment but I got a fun playlist for you that I made. You would love banshee. The song in this playlist is about a guy who raped her and he recently died on the couch he raped her on and her song is talking about how liberating it is. Others are emo songs I loved in high school and other angsty rage esque shit. Hope you like it. I have always loved your playlists so it’s an honor to share mine with you. Hoping you find your basquiat. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6eBqFaDAy0VZpSTLWpj7Rp?si=CyW6tx9ARiGB7NJCLmdKBA
Congrats on the editing stage of your novel!
What would your younger self tell your older self?
I go to a gym with a huge elderly population. While I’m on the treadmill I watch True Blood. Whenever one of the million sex scenes come on I always feel like some granny or grampy is going to see and think I’m watching porn.
Keep going Kelly your almost there. Even tho I’m way too old to read a YA novel I will because you wrote it. I’ve read everything you have written. Can’t wait! ❤️
Write a scene that starts out plodding with choppy sentences and finishes at a breathless sprint.
Write a scene that includes a jingle, a dream image, someone misspeaking, and something from chapter 2, line 4 on the book nearest to you.
Write a scene in which a goofy ayuhuasca tech bro accidentally says something actually profound without knowing it.
You are an eloquent writer and so courageous! Resilient as well, at least from what I read here. President and confident too. Confidence in that you show your feelings and thoughts to all of us (mostly) strangers. Although the more I read your work the more I feel I know you. Weird right?! Keep hustling Kelly & if I could buy you two cups of coffee & a donut I would ❤️
To a child, love equals time.
You're appreciated more than you know. You give voice to what so many are feeling, and in such a funny, honest way. Thanks for the beauty you create in the world.
I stayed inside, scared shitless, of covid for 2+ years. Hardly went inside anywhere (yes, I’m aware of my privilege). Hiding for me, my immunosuppressed son, and my father. Five years ago dad almost died. Bad lungs.
Wouldn’t ya know it, Jan 17th, he died. Five minutes after getting home from the legion he told mom, “I’m hungry, and I have to pee.” Mom put away her cheese and meat spread from the Legion. Asked dad what he wanted for a snack. She looked down at the hallway and he was down. Massive heart attack.
Wasn’t the covid. His heart. I was there in an hour. It sucked. I miss my dad.
Feb 19...I got the covid. Touché.
I guess, live your life. My dad sure did. He was 17, mom was 15. Married when she was 17. She should’ve been valedictorian, but back then, you couldn’t be married and stay in school. She got her GED. He was in the army. They went to Germany. Had my brother there. Eleven years later, I came around. A Rocky Mountain RV surprise, as I hear.
He worked 40+ years hard labor. Retired. Golfed a lot. Fished a lot. Danced a lot. Loved music.
I feel awful for mom. Now that covid is passing I can go back to see her again next week.
So yeah. Just live life. None of it really makes sense anyway. So just love it and live it.
I believe in you, Kelley.
Thank you for writing and sharing. I hope the cup of coffee I buy you every month tastes decadent.
The other day, Tuesday I think, I had my coffee with double-cream because my lazy arse housemates - despite neither working that day - had neglected to acquire some. Even in a Utopia nothing just presents itself. It takes a little work, even if a walk 50 yards to the shop is hardly 'work' when compared to my 10 hour stint. They didn't even text me to say we were out of milk...I had bought a chocolate (sticky chocolate cake) with the cream. I didn't share, because I was unwilling to share the cream I had to use on the coffee that only required milk. I have a piece left, I bought some more double-cream today! I might have it now. You only really get out what you put in. If you don't put in the effort why would you deserve any reward, right? Hope you are feeling better.
Ate the cake, drowned it in cream. There has been a constant supply of milk in the house since Tuesday. I still have quite a bit left and an Apple Strudel in the freezer. Will use the rest of the cream on that. What's the difference, yeah? They are both sweet, taste wonderful. Chocolate cake or Strudel - it makes no difference, just what you feel like at the time maybe. What a wonderful and decadent way to live...
All that time looking at chocolate cake, when there are strudels and tarts and confectionary of all shapes, tastes and delights all around. Been a Fool. Fuckin Fool. And fools!
Hoodies are the key to survival. They hug you when no one else will or when you want a hug from no one around you. They keep you warm and safe. They hide insecure you and embolden thug you…camouflage. Neanderthals and the dodo would still be here if they understood this.
I'm gald you are back at home and happy. We were just hanging out waiting for you.
I would happily buy you a cup of coffee. Alfred? When?
It is snowing, but I need to go pick up my prescriptions.
Anti depressants
heartburn meds
hypertension meds
ADHD meds
Anti-viral
Anemia meds
They're all empty bottles on my night stand because the previous days didn't allow time