Contemporaneous: Chapter 20
20. I wake in the morning, grab my phone from my bedside drawer to check the time, and instead find a message from Lana: I just want to say that as somebody who cares for you and loves you, it hurts me whenever you make me feel unwanted, like I’m a burden in your life. It feels like I always have to scrap for your time, and when I’m with you, you’re neither verbally or physically affectionate. We’re more like friends to you it seems. I don’t know why or how it became like this but it’s grown progressively worse over the last year. I regularly wonder where I place…
Contemporaneous: Chapter 1
1. I sit in front of the computer, typing these words without much idea of where they’ll go. Not that there aren’t ideas. There are always ideas. I’ve never had any problem with ideas. But they came with the promise of anticipation. Two published but underperforming novels later, that anticipation isn’t so buoyant anymore. It’s a jaded and resigned prick – if it was a barfly, it’d be the old drunk who rambles about how good things used to be, and sees no merit in the future. Procrastination’s easier too. Check social media that doesn’t need checking. Play 2 on 2 Open Ice Challenge on the PC arcade emulator that…