Limits

No, I can't do it. I cannot fucking write about my time with paleontology. I was a fool to ever think I could. There's a reason I've always avoided talking about this. Now, trying to write about those years is making me sicker. Creating bottomless anger. As of this afternoon, I've written 2,725 words on the chapbook. But I can't write any more of the fucking thing. It will be filed away as a Very Bad Idea. Or maybe as Something I Wish I Could Have Done.

Now I have to figure out what I'll write in its stead.

Defeated,
Aunt Beast

Tags: alabama, failure, paleontology, then and now

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