My childhood taught me to lie.
My mother was a strict, radically right-wing conservative Christian. Every aspect of my life was censored. She would go through any book I read first with a sharpie. Once edited, I was able to read it. That even went for our collection of encyclopedias. If there was a naked statue, he got a sharpie toga. If there was an article she disagreed with, it got blacked out. Continue reading I Found Myself In Fiction: How I Learned to Write
It’s probably my favorite line in Star Wars. This moment, when Luke refuses to listen to the Emperor. It’s here that Luke shows that he truly does believe there’s still good in his father. He’s been saying it the whole movie. Now, in a moment where it could cost him everything, he proves that he believes in what’s left of Anakin Skywalker. Continue reading “I am a Jedi. Like my father before me.”
I’m the kind of person who gets stuck in a rut. I get a routine going, and then I just do the same thing every single day. Unfortunately, those routines are rarely productive.
I get up in the morning, I make my breakfast, I get ready for work. My full time job takes up most of the day, with an hour in there for the commute. I get home, make dinner, and the last few hours of the day slip away. Then, time for bed, just so I can do it all again tomorrow. Continue reading Living a More Productive Life