Prisoner A prisoner to no man. To no woman. My body is my sadistic captor. It thrives on my humiliation. It writhes in ecstasy as I languish with pain. It forces me to acknowledge the chains it binds me with. … Continue reading
Dear Multiple Sclerosis,
It has now been 10 years since you and I first got to know each other. Well it has been a rough ride (smoother now since I have a wheelchair), but I have met so many amazing people who I never would have known without you. Everyone has limitations and setbacks in life, just some of ours are more obvious than others. Unfortunately for you, I have to break up…no, they haven’t found a cure, but I can’t keep living in this co-dependant relationship. Sure we will stay in touch and you will always be a part of my life, you just can’t control it. I made a video for you to remember me by:
Sincerely, The Hobbler
Although the following wasn’t talking of the “bars” that many writers frequent, it is still a valid point. Really either type of bar would be a perfect place to get some good writing done.
This was on writer/editor Erin Healy‘s Facebook and I thought it worthy of sharing. The full article is pretty long, so here is the link: