Tuesday, January 31, 2017


My day at work was long. So many calculations. But when I got home, the package I was waiting for was on the doorstep. It contained the proof copies of The Scribbled Victims. It was very exciting to hold for the first time. It feels like an accomplishment. I thumbed through it, looking at the cover page, copyright, dedication, and a passage where there is a strange character, and by character I mean a letter in another language. I’m so glad it arrived today. I needed it. I’ve been feeling so down because of the things happening in our country.

Monday, January 30, 2017


I got to the office at 4:30 a.m. Because of my depression, I almost left at 8:30 a.m. but I stayed and instead just shut my office door. I have another budget projection to complete, that I thought was due on February 3, but because my boss is scheduled for a meeting with her boss in the morning, my projections are also due at that time. A pile of Murakami books I ordered came in the mail, but still no sign of The Scribbled Victims proof copy. The highlight of my day though was my niece giving me a plum.

Paco Pomet

Sunday, January 29, 2017


I went the entire weekend without seeing a single friend. I’m sensing much of February will be similar. I finished reading two books and began a third. I went to the office today to get caught up on some stuff. I briefly went to coffee alone. Everything going on as a result of the Trump administration is making me less depressed and more angry. I’ve been thinking of things to write on my protest signs. I planned to protest on Tax Day, but I feel like I should begin to participate in person sooner. I’m waiting for the new Robespierre.

Henrik Aa Uldalen

Saturday, January 28, 2017


My depression continues. I didn’t go outside today except to get the groceries I had delivered. I had a lot of caffeine today. I’ve been reading this book that talks a lot about why we are attracted to things that are violent and horrific. I took a break from the book and watched a horror movie. It was okay, but not scary enough. I sent out a PDF version of The Scribbled Victims to all the contributors to my crowdfunding campaign. I’m anxiously awaiting responses. I hope it is received well. I became very sad over a friend this evening.

Ted Pim

Friday, January 27, 2017


I almost never answer my phone. I don’t pick up when I don’t recognize the number. Most numbers won’t make my phone ring, so I’d have to see it flashing to know someone not in my ring list is calling. I noticed today that I had ten voicemails, including one from Elo, two from my psychiatrist, and one from my regular doctor. Even if I don’t answer, I need to get in the habit of listening to messages. I’m also stressing over the release of The Scribbled Victims. What if no one reads it? What if the PR effort fails?

Rosanna Jones