LOVE a short short built on a piling up anaphora of "Because…"s!!
"Because the baby startled awake. Because the baby’s shrieks reverberated through the plaster hallway laced with cracks and sent a jolt straight through my spine. Because…"
—
@esfletcher
My daughter is in her school spelling bee & I assured her that, for the rest of her life, she’ll know how to spell the word that takes her out.
(“picnicking” 1981-82)
You are looking at a dusty but just-cleared landing that has stored boxes since just before my cancer diagnosis. Took the whole day, but I conquered it, freeing up space & energy. Please clap.
Nine months of active cancer treatment & today I throw myself across the finish line of radiation.
It will end with a whimper, a whisper, & it’s not really over, but dammit I want a party.
@ThanksCancer
I found my spelling bee soulmate who also went out on “picnicking” & appreciate the camaraderie in the replies, but I need to mute. Nature is healing. Love you, fellow bees! 🐝
@Jayne_Martin
I don’t use sighing in my writing, but you would be shocked by the amount of sighing I do irl. How else does one exorcise the small demons?
95% of the peaches I bought at the grocery store this summer got bruised & grew grey-green fur coats before they ripened. So I invested in a crate of ripe peaches. I’m in stonefruit heaven, but I’m also in over my head.
Cancer eviction day is tomorrow.
I’m as ready as I ever will be, but it’s a long surgery & I am accepting all manner of spooky action: healing vibes, prayers, manifesting candles, good wishes, etc, etc.
Ever been in a bad car accident that you miraculously walk away from & adrenaline carries you until it drains away & then you melt down because you realize how close you came to dying? That’s how I feel 1 year after finding a tiny lump that rocked my world.
@ThanksCancer
#bcsm
4 am thoughts: If you hated the game “Is it a cold or is it covid?” do not, under any circumstances, unlock the advanced level “Is it osteoarthritis or is it metastatic cancer?”
@ThanksCancer
I thought I’d feel triumphant going to my cancer survivorship class today, but the reality is that it brings up all the fears of recurrence. 🙃
@thankscancer
#bcsm
Last day in Italy. After a year of cancer treatment (during a pandemic no less), I’m grateful for more life & the opportunity to re-connect with the wider world & my own sense of pleasure & awe.
Woohoo
#WritingCommunity
I’ve reached 700 followers on the last day of
#IndieApril
!
I’m celebrating by buying some books. Leave a picture of your book & where to purchase.
Moms, I don’t mean to brag, but I recently got a package to an exclusive day spa where they pack my hands/feet in ice & mainline a hand-picked cocktail. For 2 hrs, I listen to 432hz music & a nurse brings me snacks, warm blankets & ice chips if I ask & no one asks me for a thing.
Creeping up to 2nd cancerversary & I feel my body bracing itself, fear revived that my life will be cut short, the foolishness of making future plans.
Thus pleased to announce a defiant f-cancer triumph: I bet on myself this am & applied for a writerly thing in the new year.
tfw you’re waiting for scan results & miss an early evening call from oncology clinic & spend a restless night bracing for the worst & find out the next morning it was just an appointment reminder. 🫠
@thankscancer
Alone, arms up in surrender, the glass-faced machine whirs and beeps, circling my torso. Even as radiation penetrates my skin to kill bad cells, bad cells trying to kill me, I feel nothing.
#tinytruth
@ThanksCancer
Sinéad O'Connor was part of the soundtrack of my teen years, modeling outspoken bravery & unapologetic anger to girls like me who’d been conditioned to make nice & not waves. May she rest easy as her legacy ripples on. 🌊
I’ve had an unhealthy relationship with Twitter for some time. And while an overhyped vapid techbro owner has already made it less fun, I’m riding this out to rock bottom.
Oncology check-up/infusion day is my semi-annual reminder that cancer is a life sentence & that I’m damn lucky to be here, side effects & all.
@thankscancer
Let’s get’er done.
I love how there’s a word in Japanese for sunlight shining through the trees: Komorebi. The characters used are “light,” “leaking through,” “trees.” Pure poetry.
Today I head to MA where I will spend the next 11 days & complete an 800-hour yoga therapy training I started back in 2018. My 1st project was designing a class for women w breast cancer. Of those 800 hours, 275 were done while receiving cancer treatment. Lots of feelings rn ✨
My daughter is in her school spelling bee & I assured her that, for the rest of her life, she’ll know how to spell the word that takes her out.
(“picnicking” 1981-82)
A year ago was the breast/lymph biopsy that threw my world off its axis. Today I donated the wig that I never wore to a local cancer org & hope it makes some woman going through hell feel a little more like herself.
Some dreams do come true: woke up to a cnf acceptance for Awakenings: Stories of Body & Consciousness anthology. Thanks
@DianeGotAuthor
and
@EmergeJournal
—thrilled to be included in this project!
Currently watching TV w my husband. Which means me watching him scroll through Netflix for 45 minutes before he decides he can’t find anything & it’s time for bed.
Cancer festered an already-present sense that life is too short. But the deep relaxation I felt during yesterday’s MRI suggests I might need to bulk up my being time & ratchet back on my doing time. Alrighty then, back to gardening.
[Happy internal screaming] Thrilled to receive a flash acceptance yesterday from Nonconformist Mag. It’s live today & I’d love it if you checked it out:
Welcome to another episode of my boring life: As I recover from breast cancer surgery, husband broke a rib playing soccer & daughter brought home impetigo from camp. What a messy week.
Thank you to everyone who entered The New Flash Fiction Prize. The shortlist is now with our judge
@sarahillswrites
. Please don't identify yourself with your story while the judging process is underway.
Congratulations to the top 10!
Had a procedure w sedation yesterday & though I have zero recollection of it, I asked my husband, “Do you have anything to get off your chest while I’m not forming memories?”
I know these clearance rack pants with a thigh-high side slit were meant as a beach coverup, but I kinda love them & am tempted to wear them out & about.
Today I complete a 75-hour training that swallowed all my weekends in March, & that my oncologist had prepared me for not being well enough to do. Feeling grateful & defiant.
Just accepted 5£ for a piece of writing, the rough equivalent of 2 submittable fees. Not life-changing cash, but it's amazing how good it feels all the same.
Or, how neuroscience helped me crack the combo lock on my creative flow…
Thanks
@brevitymag
for sharing so this can reach other writers who face resistance.
I want to offer a giant *thank you* to everyone who offered likes & care & comfort. There’s no way for me to respond personally to everyone, but it filled my heart & made the past week bearable. Happy to report a good prognosis! 💗