Tag Archives: 30 Rock

In Which My Night Is Interrupted

Oh shit … I feel that clenched sensation in my neck. Stay calm. On the tipping point of a bad headache – first in months.¬† Sinus spray. Motrin and Excedrin. Spot vibrator plugged in. Nothing’s working. Breathing slowly until I almost see purplish bars behind my eyes that are probably hyperactive¬†nerve endings. It’s 1:09 am. I am wide awake. My head pulses with that buried dull pain. Scalding hot shower. Blissful few minutes of painlessness. Pain blooms above eyebrow again. Vibrator to the temples and…

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Do we need another hero?

In moving forward in a couple of writing projects, I have been stalled several times and found myself asking,”Why? Why now? Why now, when I clearly need to get some things finished, become rich and famous and buy the house next door so I can knock it down and make a two-story pool that gets me into Architectural Digest and Tina Turner sees it and contacts me so we can become best friends and hang out all the time and re-enact 80s videos together?” Perhaps…

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