Hi! I'm Kelly.

As a writer, I've always been interested in family stories. When I heard of a Satanic cult in my family tree, I thought I'd found the story of a lifetime. Read more.

Brain Fog

Brain Fog

My mind blinked out yesterday.

I was getting ready to leave the office for the day when something hit my inbox. A big task that required careful attention, and was due to the client by the end of the day. 

A coworker stared over my shoulder, waiting for direction. 

"I think we should..." I started. And then nothing. I grasped for something more to say, some train of thought I could follow to its logical conclusion, or at the very least, a reasonable excuse. But my brain had left the office without me. The screen floated in my vision, meaningless sensory input.

I wanted to rise to the challenge, but it was late and I was tired and I couldn't find my way through the fog. I mumbled about having to sit with it for a while, then shooed him out of my office, shut the door and cried. 

I eventually forced my brain to write a few new headlines and tweak the existing copy. Not my best work, but the best I could do at the time.

Today wasn't much better.

I think it's safe to say I'm burnt out. 

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Shavasana and Stuffed Animals

Shavasana and Stuffed Animals

Mighty Ancestors

Mighty Ancestors