Night terrors in Winterland

I hate the night. I am scared of it. Night brings the terrors to me and feelings of utter failure. I am daylight person with the nuances in between. I thrive at dusk, love dawn, feel sunny at midday, but when I am faced with the black outside I feel failure gripping me by the … Continue reading Night terrors in Winterland

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The terror of writing; confessions of a coward in Sevilla

Writing produces in me this fear so profound, that I become the Master Procrastinator, and end up hating myself. Is this normal? Here I am in Sevilla, southern Spain, the 'frying pan' of Europe, or so it is called. It's August 2018, and I am free, free of responsibilities. I am an empty-nester, adult children … Continue reading The terror of writing; confessions of a coward in Sevilla