a thick cotton fabric with velvety ribs.
His fingers dance in her outstretched palm
Each one, a kiss on her skin
They sit in comfortable silence
Not sure what to say but not yet ready to leave
She smiles. He wonders what that means.
Her fingers dance on his outstretched palm
(of weather or a period of time) characterized by strong winds.
It is easy to forget that our internal state is often projected outward, whether we want it to be or not.
I launched my first book the weekend before last. As a young publisher, I’m ecstatic at the success of the event, but the lead up was stressful. I’m the director of marketing and publicity at Buffalo Heritage Press, and we launched our latest children’s title, Buffalo From A to Z, Come Take a Tour With Me, at the Goo Goo Doll’s show at Shea’s Perfoming Art’s Center in Buffalo, New York. The concerts were celebrating the Goo Goo Dolls’ 20th anniversary of the Dizzy Up the Girl album.
Why launch a children’s book at a rock concert? Well, Buffalo From A to Z is special. (Aren’t all of your books special when you’re in publishing?) The main character, Bob Uffalo, is a spunky little tour guide who takes kids on a tour around Buffalo, showing them the hotspots from A to Z. But it wouldn’t be a Buffalo book if it didn’t have the Goo Goo Dolls on the “G” page—betcha didn’t know they were from Buffalo!
a hard, dark, glasslike volcanic rock formed by the rapid solidification of lava without crystallization.
I’ve been blogging at Sitting in Spilt Ink since I was 16. I’m 23 now. The blog has been dormant for some time now—almost a year. It started as an accident. I was overwhelmed with life and school, and I just didn’t make blogging a priority. But I didn’t have the motivation to blog either; it didn’t feel like there was a purpose behind it.
In the past year, I also had some complicated health issues that made really knocked Sitting in Spilt Ink off my priority list. While dealing with those issues, I was finishing my master’s in integrated marketing communications. I graduated in May, and I was the recipient of the award for excellence in my program. Soon after, I left an spent a month in Denver, Colorado, where I completed a graduate certification program in book publishing from the Denver Publishing Institute.
The feeling of my chest folding in on itself is familiar in a haunting way. It clenches the way that muscles flinch when something comes to close to your face—except it stays that way. There’s no immediate relief after you don’t get hit. There’s no sigh to release the tension.
The creature sneaks its way down the center of my body, spreading through my stomach. The roots seem to grab hold of whatever organ they can, squeezing as if I’m trying to rip it from my body. But the only violent one here is it. If you tug, it clings harder. Like Devil’s Snare, the more you fight, the worse it gets. Continue reading “How to write yourself down from a panic attack in six paragraphs”