Everydaystranger

The thing about having a teenage stepdaughter around is it reminds you of when you were a kid.
(Remind me next week – upcoming post will be: Tranquilizers: How they can help you survive step-parenting.)
Melissa is 17. She is very much 17. She makes me remember what it was like to be [...]

I’m really not good with people.
Really, really.
I think I’ve said it a million times, I always expect people to roll their eyes as soon as they walk away from me, exclaiming in harshly whispered tones “Jesus, she’s such a lot of hard fucking work!” I genuinely feel like I have crap interaction skills, and [...]

I sometimes walk in the woods and wonder, if I died tomorrow, would I know what I have gained from life? Would there be a moment, a fleeting moment of light, where I could see things as I knew them, events as they had passed, and realized what I have learned?
I sometimes have answers.
They [...]

I’ve been clear that I hate my appearance throughout my teenage years (for some reason the photos aren’t showing up post-blog move. Must fix, which will be done somewhere around the time that I end world hunger and ensure that packets of medication never, ever have the instructions on the end that I open).
I had [...]

I’m struggling.
Really.
I have nothing that I can say or write.
I can’t write on my blog, on Twitter (which I’ve just dumped), my fiction, even emails. I’m tabula rasa. There’s nothing there.
I have no idea what to do with this blank space, I only know that I will be back to it, [...]

I’ve got 10 things I deplore and 10 I love, because I’m all black and white like that. Let me know your thoughts, if you want.
To be honest, I’m really not a people person. Really. People tend to piss me off. My stepmother says her least favorite part of her job [...]

I should have things to say.
I should have much to say.
But I really don’t.
Once again, I’ve opened the screen and can’t think of anything to impart. My mojo’s still gone. I have nothing to say, and this is something coming from a chick with a not-undeserved reputation for veering towards verbose.
I [...]

I keep opening this template to write something, but there’s nothing there.
I could tell you I just had the father-in-law and stepmother-in-law round, and a good time was had by all (and he even asked for seconds of my chocolate-raspberry pudding cake.)
I could tell you that Melissa and I hit Tesco yesterday to stock up [...]