Quote of the Day:

“I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o’clock sharp.” – W. Somerset Maugham

I’ve decided that if I am going to be doing this daily blogging on TK I may as well copy it over to my website, too and start a collection of thoughts that no one really cares about but me. I’m paying for the server space and domains, I might as well start using them to their full ability. 

I feel like the more notes I read here, the more I see how alike we all are, and also so different. 

Clearly we come from a range of socio-economic backgrounds, but we all share the same defining characteristic – we love to write. We explore through writing. We find ourselves, the best of ourselves, in our writing.

So, no wonder we like to share, huh? We’re bragging little brats – look what I wrote today! but that’s fine, that’s what old school blogs were, and what I miss.

I think I may be on day six or seven since I started taking Wegovy, and things are govy-ing well. 

I tried Ozempic a few years ago with great weight loss success, but it gave me such bad heartburn (GERD flare ups, really) and it was so painful and unpleasant, I chose being fat over waking up in the middle of the night choking on bile, sometimes having it come through my nose before I even know what’s going on.

Ya know what that feels like? No? You’re fucking lucky.

I sent my doctor a note in MyChart to tell her I want to try switching to Zepbound which has fewer side effects and particularly fewer gastrointestinal side effects. Fingers crossed it’s an easy switch, especially since I’m paying for this out of pocket.

Because why would the health care industry really want me to lose weight? Half of my ailments can probably be solved by losing 80 pounds, but it’s not like insurance companies are going to enable me to be healthier and take less medication.

At least that’s the way my conspiracy theory mind works. I’d love to hear from someone who really knows the truth, if you’re out there. 

I have too many things going on at once and none of them are really paying off. 

I have two aliases – one that writes erotica, one that writes on Medium, and between the two of them I make a few hundred dollars a month. Nothing to scoff at by any means, it’s helpful, but it’s not a lot.

Then, there’s this. And the poetry I write and don’t share, and the Substack I don’t use, and the Medium account no one views. 

Like I’ve said before and will probably keep saying, I want me, Cheney, to be the famous, successful writer one day – yes, I dream that big! 

Because why the fuck not dream big?

This is something I have been working on in therapy and it’s actually doing me some real good. 

When I am nervous, anxious, spiraling about something, I have to stop and say to myself:

“Don’t think about the worst case scenario. Take a minute, even just one minute, and think of the best case scenario. Play that best case scenario out in your mind the way you want it to happen, and not only will you feel better because you’re worrying less, but you’re also filled with hope.”

Wow, she’s right about that one. That is a good mental exercise that I encourage everyone to try. 

I might even get a good, real article out of that! 

Time does fly when I am writing these words, and that is fine. 

Do I have better things I could be doing right now? 

Yes, I could be working on some regular fiction or erotica, or some scandalous Medium story, or I could be slogging through my book club book, but I have this compulsion to write all the time so here I am. 

I hope work flies by today. 

I haven’t even finished my first cup of coffee yet and I already want to come home. 

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