“I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.” – William Faulkner
You know what I was not meant to have? Control. Self-, others-, situational-, political-, government-, project-, subordinate-. None of it. I am involuntarily exerting control over my words, even as I type them. I used to be able to write freely, flowingly, honestly, carelessly. Not in an “I-don’t-care-about-others” kind of…
>i’m getting more and more in touch with the starving artist phenomenon. although, clearly, i am not starving, i am working in a limited funds…
>Annette is the lovely and VERY interesting lady with an omelette shop in the French Quarter in New Orleans. Go eat there. It’s by the…
>i’m sure it appeals to someone. somewhere. why that person is not my soulmate and here supervising this godforsaken move preparation is beyond me. i…
>today i found the font i will use to make my change of address cards. and yes, i will send them via the u.s. postal…

I’m Christi, and I have been writing, well, since I learned to write as a little girl. I learned in my 40’s that writing saves lives and sanity, and that is exactly why I am still here.