My Cardboard Balcony

Hey, everyone. This is the second update I have for my so far abysmal attempt to do NaNoWriMo this year. As of the evening of November 19th, I have written...once again...zero words. There are a lot of reasons behind my failure to write. Half-baked story ideas, focus on my job, complete and utter anxiety and emotional exhaustion due to the political climate in my country. Things have not been good mentally for me, so I've spent a lot more time socializing with friends, family, and loved ones. Self care is the top priority for me right now, so that comes first. Obviously, I have still been updating this blog, and I also have been working on slam poetry, while a good buddy and former bandmate of mine is coming up with beats to go along with my recitations. So far, I've written three slam poems, and I'm proud of two of them. One of course may or may not rip into the president-elect of my country. May or may not. Pay attention to that ambiguous statement, litigators. Real

They dug a hole in the ground, looking for oil, but all they found was dirt. Perhaps the dirt had value, they thought, but nope - not a fleck of gold, not a speck of silver, not the tiniest glint of something precious. No gems, no jewels, no stones, no nothing. Just dirt. But they collected it, anyway - they filled up jars and buckets and bottles with the stuff, and they carted all these dry clumps of soil back to town, with the citizenry staring at the display in bewilderment.