Author of the novel WHEN YOU LOSE CONTROL

Keep trying to get blood from a stone. While exhausted, burnt out, and overwhelmed. While you have lost all objectivity or vision or sense of what is good and what sucks.  What part of autistic meltdown and burnout isn't clear? This thing is seeping into all aspects of life, slowly choking. I can't seem to write anything else; it's killing my creativity. Who am I if not a writer? Please let this end. 

This is round four of, 'Hey, am I really done? Please let it be so. I have actually literally nothing left in me. I have worked on this and am now bled dry. UGH!

I am completely unsure of my writing ability anymore. I used to do; I think, an okay job editing my work and figuring out what was good/what to keep and what wasn't. Now, I'm writing lost. I can't tell anything apart, good or bad, I'm absolutely lost. I have a whole early 2000s novel series I want to work on, and I've managed to spend about five minutes on it all summer. I can't believe how devastating writing can be. 

I fail to see how any of this new bullshit is my problem. I'm tired of this absolutely offensive and absurdly nightmarish bush-league nonsense. How is any of this STILL on me when I've done nothing but wait- for months at a time, done everything and more I've been told to do, and always in a timely fashion. I am tired of swallowing my rage and pride when I'd love to back out. This is a fucking joke, and I'm done settling for bargain basement fuckery. What a load crap. I cannot see how this is worth it. 

"I'm an optimistic realist. I kind of expect the worst but prepare for the best." -Trixie Mattel

My best friend and I went to see Bruce Springsteen for the first time 18 years ago today. We were at the Harbor Yard in Bridgeport, CT. Bruce played 27 songs, 5 of which were in the encore. It was a unique, unforgettable experience. It was just Bruce, no E Street, but it didn't matter; he was that good. My friend and I still reference this concert all the time. There's nothing like your first time seeing Bruce, he exudes a jolly yet approachable confidence, and you feel like he's singing solely to you, not thousands. I can't wait to see him for a third time this summer. 

The NFL turns 103 this year. We get seventeen contests, and that means every single game really counts. Eighteen weeks of gridiron chess matches with a boring bye week to get to the playoffs. A round of do-or-die games for weeks, bringing us to the Superbowl. An epic day to hang out with friends, family, and food. " Football is the only sport that can grab your attention for every waking moment, no matter what." Cheers to a fun season.  Works quoted and consulted: Bleacher Report