Thursday, April 30, 2015


The Facebook announcement that Elo and I are now a couple was a mistake. Our relationship was something that seemed like a good idea the night before but no longer the next morning. And no, we did not sleep with each other. The public bickering we did today was completely in jest. Elo and I are still very close and love each other very much as friends. We are both single. So I apologize for the false report that led to so many likes and congratulatory messages. I have mislead many people and am embarrassed about the commotion we caused.

Thomas Amerlynck

Wednesday, April 29, 2015


I held it together for work and got so much done. When I got off work, I didn’t do anything but lie in bed. This depression is hard. I should tell my psychiatrist my suicidal thoughts lasted for hours, but I don’t want to be hospitalized. It is a strange perspective to have when you know you’ll be a suicide. I was thinking about the things I have to do first, finishing The Scribbled Victims wasn’t one of them. It doesn’t matter. Lots of things don’t matter. The only thing I could think of that mattered was meeting Amirah’s son.

Thomas Amerlynck

Tuesday, April 28, 2015


My depression is still bad. I haven’t interacted well with people as a result. Only my first meeting of the day seemed to go okay. My mind is in a place that would make my doctors panic so I can’t talk to them. I’m going back and forth with throwing away a sequence in The Scribbled Victims. I like it and hate it. I kept my office dark. Now I’m sitting on my bed in the dark. Today would have been B_____’s 41st birthday had she not gone out that night. Happy birthday, B_____. I saw you in a daydream.

Ian Francis

Monday, April 27, 2015


My depression was exceptionally difficult to deal with today. I didn’t want to go to work, but there was a meeting I wanted to attend. I left after the meeting and went to the gym thinking that might make me feel better. I lifted and that felt good. But by the time I started my cardio, I just lost interest, in that particular way that you lose it when you’re depressed. I only ran for 10 minutes and I left. I’m hoping for a better day tomorrow because I have two meetings and one of them is important to me.

Ian Francis

Sunday, April 26, 2015


I met with my screenwriting writer’s group this morning. I haven’t submitted for months because I’ve only been writing fiction. I dropped out of the fiction writing workshop I paid $260 to join because I found out the instructor has a dog and I’m allergic. Also, we can submit a maximum of four pages per week. Ridiculous. I expected at least fifty and hoped for one hundred. Fortunately, the writing workshop refunded my money. But more importantly, my regular screenwriting writer’s group agreed to critique my fiction. I saw Stitches briefly. I had lunch and vegan donuts with Jessica Jackson.

Thomas Amerlynck

Saturday, April 25, 2015


I’ve been thinking about our last correspondence for some time. I hope you realize I love you enough that I would never forget your birthday. I avoided it in my blog this year for a reason I assume you understand. I had breakfast with Farishta. I finished writing Chapter Seven of The Scribbled Victims. I sat in traffic for hours on my way to pick up Stitches. We got deep tissue massages. They put us in the same room, thinking we were a couple, but I had that corrected quickly. We went to dinner after that and ate too much.

Jomayra Texeira