A brief thought on vulnerability.
Blech. Being vulnerable is hard.
I've written a few thoughts and been too scared to post them.
Here are the working titles of those thoughts...
"Jokes feel strange when you’re grieving"
"The Six Month Slump"
"Why do you live so far away?"
"I am your assistant, not your daughter's tutor/servant/waitress/slave"
"Period still late"
"The treadmill is the best place to answer emails"
"Stealing the office snacks: An LA survival guide"
"Should I visit the Church on the hill...?"
"New job, new perks, new me"
"Happy happy happy, sad sad sad"
"Period's here. Not pregnant. Phew..........."
"My adult diet is boiled egg whites and turkey sticks"
"Waiting for the dryer"
"My dead plants bring me so much pain"
Some of these titles were made up on the spot. Some have full blown essays to go with them. Some you may see, and some will die in the depths of my Google Docs. Hoping I'll have the courage to put some of them on here...
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
Thank God my period came.
I don't have enough time to come up with a name for that baby.
I don't even have enough time to name my characters.
Most are named after my multiple enemies.
Some are named after my friends.
If your name appears in one of my scripts, it's up to you to decide which category you fall into.