Dear Captain - I (she/her) am a middle-aged wife of a man (he/him). We've only been married three years (together 8) but it has turned out to be rather nothing like what I wanted marriage to be - and I was not unrealistic! He's emotionally constipated and may also be more intellectually my inferior than … Continue reading #1199: “Hello, I’d rather hang out with my main character than my husband.”
Captain, my Captain! I've looked through the archives, and while you've answered similar-ish questions, this one hasn't come up before, so I'm hoping you can help! I (she/her) work as a freelance editor and am in a fairly privileged position––I have enough clients that I can afford to be somewhat choosy; I'm white and cisgender, … Continue reading #1195: How to give a client feedback when the feedback is “You’re racist.”
I wrote this to maybe read at last night's (EPIC!) Story Club, but the name-draw for open mic slots did not go my way. Still, I didn't want it to go to waste. So here, without ado (and without comments enabled , b/c it's a performance piece, not a discussion piece) you go. Notes From A … Continue reading Notes From A Boner
Hi Captain! My main question is: how do I keep going? I have 99 problems, I need to fix at least 95 of them but right now I can’t even seem to fix 1 so I am stuck. I’ve been actively job-hunting for over a year now. I know others have it worse, either through … Continue reading #449: I hate my job, I’m broke, my commute sucks, and I maybe want to be a writer.
Dear Captain of the Awkward Army, I have recently decided to do something about my lifelong dream to be a professional writer. I still have a non-creative-writing job that makes money (well, a paying internship, but close enough), but I am trying to spend more and more of my free time writing fiction, editing, and … Continue reading #321: Artistic Discouragement
I just watched this TED talk by Brene Brown (thanks to Between Those Things). I'm a total geek for TED. The internet is amazing. We live in amazing times. I press a few buttons and books come to my house. I press a few more and I get to sit at the feet of … Continue reading The power of vulnerability