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Coming Off Script

The coping mechanisms I’d been using for the last twenty years were failing me. My results in life had stalled and the only good thing was the young man I had somehow raised despite me being fucked up. If only for him, I knew that things had to change – for real.

Ghosts

You see, I have been playing a part for so long that even I started to believe it was real. I wasn’t lying, I was simply pretending to be satisfied with not wanting more.

My Blog

Whatever the reason is as to why you found yourself here today, I want to thank you. This time, this blog is my authentic voice and after spending most of my life dreaming, I want to share it with you.

Dreaming

I’m doing exactly what I want to be doing – I’m telling stories for the future. My hearts racing as I write this post because I am so excited about this.

What If… Space Tourism Pt 2

In addition to the travel suit, you will also require a space veil. A space veil is made of material which feels similar to human skin. It is laced with probes and sensors which are connected to calibration information of the Q-Key.

What If… Space Tourism Pt 1

The interactive map of unus is an exact replica of the real thing and the upgrade ensured that whenever I activated the map, it would display the current state of the universe. For example, the small meteor shower hurling past Orion’s belt is happening before our very eyes. The colours, the explosions, even the numerous blackholes are all perfectly represented.

Traceless

I have a handful of fears. I have a fear of being buried alive. I have a fear of being put in a metal box and thrown into the middle of the ocean. These are irrational fears, but fears for me, nonetheless. However, I have a fear which trumps both of these.

The Summit Of Choice

I struggle to stand still. Even as I write this post, I’m thinking of how I will format my podcasts. I’m thinking of how I can do better. I’m never satisfied. I’m always striving for more.

The Opposite Of Hate

Old habits die hard and the cynical, hurt, frustrated woman in me immediately starts to put up an argument as to why I actually just need to stop writing, accept the cards I’ve been dealt and just plod along.