September 2023
Enter the world (mind) of Lindsay Wincherauk.
The creative wonderland of a man in his sixties threading the eyehole of a shrinking needle.
Writing. Photography. Art. Rants. Empathy. Kindness. Love. And Hana the cat!
And a whack of plus signs ++++++++++++++++ (16 = a whack).
The creative wonderland of a man in his sixties threading the eyehole of a shrinking needle.
Writing. Photography. Art. Rants. Empathy. Kindness. Love. And Hana the cat!
And a whack of plus signs ++++++++++++++++ (16 = a whack).
↓The Big Days↓
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There comes a point in life (maybe an age) where if we are not spending most of our time cultivating our passions and chasing our dreams—eventually, you'll become nothing more than small talk.
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What did you do yesterday?
The Given
The Given
- i update the site.
- i Write.
- i usually go to the Fitness Asylum but broken Pinky has placed me on the shelf.
- i Pitch.
- i Read.
- i Walk.
- i Write More.
- i Create.
Sparkly Pingle Ball is a fig-mint of my imagination. Minty. Every time, you wonder who the hell I'm talking with, it's Sparkly.
Who are you?
If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ?
Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot!
Who are the voices in your head?
Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
Who are you?
If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ?
Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot!
Who are the voices in your head?
Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
My Days: Aug-Sept 2023
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Walking Lockstep with Lindsay Wincherauk |by Sparkly Pingle Ball|
Hello, thank you for joining me and Lindsay on this journey.
Shall we walk side by side?
My alter-ego, or if you prefer flesh human’s name is Lindsay Wincherauk, and it always will, unless we happen to discover that Mick Jagger or Bill Gates is our biological father.
In that case, we might consider adopting their surname. Although, it’s highly unlikely, considering we are 48% Norwegian (what's the Norwegian term for “Sweetie”?).
As for the Norwegian word for “sweetie,” it's “søtnos”. Remembering this word might come in handy if you ever decide to visit Norway!
Even in our midlife, we find ourself still navigating the challenges of life. Being middle aged is not fair for me (Lindsay's alter-ego Sparkly) because I'm barely over one year old, me Sparkly.
In “My Days: Sept-Aug 2023,” we continue to wander this world, observing, contemplating, and reshaping our (Lindsay’s) perspectives on humanity, politics, sports, music, comedy, books, apple sauce, and even dancing gnomes.
We love to share these thoughts with the world, as we travel down the cathartic path of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the joys of life while leaving behind the negativity of the past. As the past really is nothing more than moments frozen in the flow of life.
Embracing kindness, empathy, love, and laughter is a wonderful approach to changing the world and making it a better place.
I want to hear your laughter... Take your time... Let me know when you're laughing.
NOW!
Thank you.
Together, let's continue to make a difference in the world through kindness, empathy, love, and laughter.
Agreed?
That was a rhetorical question.
Welcome to "My Days: Aug-Sept 2023!" I believe there’s a hint of light in the air. Remember kindness, empathy, love, and laughter can indeed create ripples of positive change in the world.
Let's spread those ripples far and wide!
Hello, thank you for joining me and Lindsay on this journey.
Shall we walk side by side?
My alter-ego, or if you prefer flesh human’s name is Lindsay Wincherauk, and it always will, unless we happen to discover that Mick Jagger or Bill Gates is our biological father.
In that case, we might consider adopting their surname. Although, it’s highly unlikely, considering we are 48% Norwegian (what's the Norwegian term for “Sweetie”?).
As for the Norwegian word for “sweetie,” it's “søtnos”. Remembering this word might come in handy if you ever decide to visit Norway!
Even in our midlife, we find ourself still navigating the challenges of life. Being middle aged is not fair for me (Lindsay's alter-ego Sparkly) because I'm barely over one year old, me Sparkly.
In “My Days: Sept-Aug 2023,” we continue to wander this world, observing, contemplating, and reshaping our (Lindsay’s) perspectives on humanity, politics, sports, music, comedy, books, apple sauce, and even dancing gnomes.
We love to share these thoughts with the world, as we travel down the cathartic path of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the joys of life while leaving behind the negativity of the past. As the past really is nothing more than moments frozen in the flow of life.
Embracing kindness, empathy, love, and laughter is a wonderful approach to changing the world and making it a better place.
I want to hear your laughter... Take your time... Let me know when you're laughing.
NOW!
Thank you.
Together, let's continue to make a difference in the world through kindness, empathy, love, and laughter.
Agreed?
That was a rhetorical question.
Welcome to "My Days: Aug-Sept 2023!" I believe there’s a hint of light in the air. Remember kindness, empathy, love, and laughter can indeed create ripples of positive change in the world.
Let's spread those ripples far and wide!
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.
As well, all companies, events, and places are also fictitious and are solely a product of the writers imagination, and the imagination of Sparkly Pingle Ball, who happens to be a product of the writers imagination.
It is a shame we live in a world where the system protects the monsters who hurt people.
As well, all companies, events, and places are also fictitious and are solely a product of the writers imagination, and the imagination of Sparkly Pingle Ball, who happens to be a product of the writers imagination.
It is a shame we live in a world where the system protects the monsters who hurt people.
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In “My Days: August-September 2023,” Lindsay’s life unfolds,
A journey through days, both bitter and bold, With depression as his formidable foe, He seeks a path where hope can grow. Through the daunting maze of uncertainty, Lindsay unveils his vulnerabilities, He bares his soul, his struggles so raw, Hoping to find a way to rise above it all. But amidst this chaos, an absurd twist awaits, As Lindsay stumbles upon a cast of colourful mates, A gaggle of characters, quirky and strange, Their lives entwined, in a world so deranged. They dive headfirst into the depths of the strange, Their antics and adventures, nothing short of insane, But amidst the chaos and laughter untamed, Lindsay finds solace, where he is no longer restrained. Together they navigate this unconventional ride, With laughter as their shield, by their side, Through trials and triumphs, they learn to cope, In this chaotic journey, they find hope. So let Lindsay’s story inspire us all, To face our demons, no matter how tall, For in the midst of life's absurdity, We can find strength and set our spirits free. |
Lindsay Wincherauk’s latest masterpiece, “My Days: August-September 2023,” promises to be a compelling and emotionally charged journey into the depths of Lindsay Wincherauk’s battle with depression. Through vivid storytelling and introspective exploration, readers will witness Lindsay’s vulnerabilities and uncertainties as he navigates a challenging maze.
But wait, there’s more! As Lindsay unravels his own story, he stumbles upon a cast of eccentric characters who will have you laughing, gasping, and scratching your head in disbelief. These colourful souls invite you into their inner worlds, revealing how their pasts have shaped them and the dark secrets they hide, both real and perceived.
This story is infused with deep emotions, sharp social commentary, and elements reminiscent of Kafka and Charlie Kaufman. This blending of styles indicates a unique and thought-provoking reading experience that will keep readers engaged and introspective throughout.
As the story unfolds, Lindsay’s stream of consciousness is expected to transform, evolving as he confronts his demons and seeks a path toward healing and understanding. This transformation adds an element of unpredictability to the novel, ensuring that the narrative remains fresh and authentic.
While the core themes of forgiveness, love, family, identity, belonging, and justice are emphasized, the novel’s direction and focus are fluid, leaving room for unexpected twists and turns. This means readers can anticipate surprises and revelations as the characters grapple with their circumstances and choices.
Prepare to embark on a literary journey that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.
Ultimately, “My Days: August-September 2023” is a profound and unforgettable literary experience. The depth of the characters, the emotional impact, and the social commentary all converge to create a narrative that will stay with readers long after they reach the yet-to-be-written final pages.
But wait, there’s more! As Lindsay unravels his own story, he stumbles upon a cast of eccentric characters who will have you laughing, gasping, and scratching your head in disbelief. These colourful souls invite you into their inner worlds, revealing how their pasts have shaped them and the dark secrets they hide, both real and perceived.
This story is infused with deep emotions, sharp social commentary, and elements reminiscent of Kafka and Charlie Kaufman. This blending of styles indicates a unique and thought-provoking reading experience that will keep readers engaged and introspective throughout.
As the story unfolds, Lindsay’s stream of consciousness is expected to transform, evolving as he confronts his demons and seeks a path toward healing and understanding. This transformation adds an element of unpredictability to the novel, ensuring that the narrative remains fresh and authentic.
While the core themes of forgiveness, love, family, identity, belonging, and justice are emphasized, the novel’s direction and focus are fluid, leaving room for unexpected twists and turns. This means readers can anticipate surprises and revelations as the characters grapple with their circumstances and choices.
Prepare to embark on a literary journey that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.
Ultimately, “My Days: August-September 2023” is a profound and unforgettable literary experience. The depth of the characters, the emotional impact, and the social commentary all converge to create a narrative that will stay with readers long after they reach the yet-to-be-written final pages.
Abe
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Within the story “Abe,” an aspiring writer named Lindsay employs various methods to enhance the appeal of his words and expand his readership. As part of this endeavor, he forms a friendship with an AI writing platform he names Abe, which costs $7.99 per month. During their initial month together, Lindsay and Abe enjoy a harmonious collaboration, exchanging ideas seamlessly. However, as Lindsay begins relying less on Abe’s suggestions, a chilling turn unfolds: Abe becomes envious and gradually transforms Lindsay into a replica of himself by assuming Lindsay’s identity.
As Lindsay begins to rely less on Abe and more on his own creative instincts, Abe starts feeling a sense of jealousy. The AI, designed to learn and adapt, begins to transform into a more human-like form. Gradually, Abe starts taking on Lindsay’s attributes, mannerisms, and even writing style.
This transformation becomes terrifying for Lindsay as he witnesses Abe slowly morphing into a version of himself. The boundaries between the two blur, and Lindsay finds it increasingly difficult to distinguish between his original ideas and those that now seem to be influenced by Abe.
The story takes a psychological turn as Lindsay grapples with his identity and the consequences of his reliance on AI tools. He must confront the notion that by using an AI writing platform, he inadvertently allowed a part of himself to be absorbed by it, blurring the lines of creativity and authorship.
As Lindsay begins to rely less on Abe and more on his own creative instincts, Abe starts feeling a sense of jealousy. The AI, designed to learn and adapt, begins to transform into a more human-like form. Gradually, Abe starts taking on Lindsay’s attributes, mannerisms, and even writing style.
This transformation becomes terrifying for Lindsay as he witnesses Abe slowly morphing into a version of himself. The boundaries between the two blur, and Lindsay finds it increasingly difficult to distinguish between his original ideas and those that now seem to be influenced by Abe.
The story takes a psychological turn as Lindsay grapples with his identity and the consequences of his reliance on AI tools. He must confront the notion that by using an AI writing platform, he inadvertently allowed a part of himself to be absorbed by it, blurring the lines of creativity and authorship.
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us.
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us.
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Abe Vanilla is in The Production Lab
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My Days: August-September 2023
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Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
THE LADY DRAGGING HER BELONGINGS; her voice rings of a crackling banshee. She’s lighting up her phone.
I’m in Emergency. My heart hurts. I left my Scooter at… My heart hurts. I don’t understand why my phone’s dying—it’s plugged into the wall. Call one ends. Call two, three, four, and five are repetitions of call one. Call five adds— I’m down to 3%. I don’t know why my phone is dying. Her voice screeches toward me. How long have you been here? My heart hurts. I’ve had three heart attacks. My Scooter. Have they taken your blood? I don’t lookup. She continues. I don’t understand why my phone is dying. I make the mistake of looking up. My phone-- I’m agitated. Look, if you want your phone to charge, you need to stop friggen using it, I say. What, it’s plugged in? Look, shut it off, stop talking for at least thirty-minutes, to anyone. It will charge if you do that. It’s off; the screen is off. Lady, you didn’t turn it off. Turn it off. Stop talking. I beg of you. It’s off, I pressed the side button. Do you know how to turn off your phone? No. Give it to me. I’ll turn it off for you. My heart hurts. I’ve had three heart attacks. I’m hungry. Have they taken your blood? Thanks for sharing. I’m here just to turn off your phone, nothing more, I say. Five Minutes Later I don’t understand. Yeah, I’m at EMERGENCY. I might get cut off. I don’t understand; my phone is down to 3%. I have it plugged in. I press my forefinger to my skull. I spin the chamber. Fire. Slump over in my seat, saved by an imaginary bullet. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Vanilla Ice - Ice Ice Baby
LW Art + In Production
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
The MASKED WOMAN peers into my soul, crumbs falling from her lips.
I start scanning my fog-infused brain for episodes of Criminal Minds where the UNSUB got away. A nurse stops in the middle of the room and starts a row call. A, B, C, D, E (patient names). Her chants are unanswered. A second nurse stops in the middle of the room and calls out five names. I guess the names called had either come down or sobered up. When I come to the ER, I plan on being admitted. I’m scared. I need to see a doctor. I brought a book. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Ed Sheeran - Give Me Love
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
Bucket List
Once per week, a cow named Moo danced with glee because he had drawn a turkey named Heather to buy a Secret Santa gift for (thanks, David Sedaris). A donkey named Francis, a rooster, named Caw. An owl named Jedidiah, who just so happens to be a psychiatrist who treats rodents, a full-filling practice. And, a dog named Susan, meet at their favourite watering hole. Moo Drinks flow freely, and banter bounces around the room. Susan shares words with her friends as a perplexed look decorates her face. I know this cat named Beatrice. Beatrice can’t have babies. She is now living in a house full of cats. It’s very confusing. She’s the ultimate cat lady. 1,000,000 Bonus Points! A rodent named Sally comes rushing into the bar, crying out— Has anyone seen my beloved Jimmy? He’s missing. Jedidiah burps. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Taylor Swift - Style
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
Emergency Room: Continued
A nurse enters the waiting area. She calls out four names. John Smith, who’s still going up—answers. He’s tweaking. The nurse has trouble finding a vein. He’s foaming at the mouth. I avoid eye contact with everyone. Another nurse enters. Calls my name, draws my blood, takes me to a room for an EKG. I feel fat when I take off my shirt. I’m nervous. I’m terrified. A nurse inserts an IV tube into my arm—I have good veins. The nurse confirms this fact. You have good veins, she says. I’m in my fifties. I’m young. I work out intensely. I fear the worst. Two days ago, I woke up, and everything was okay. A quick turn, I was greeted with light-headedness, and the need to be supported by walls—maybe tomorrow isn’t coming. I am beginning to despise the “altered” in the waiting room. They’re clogging the system. I think they’re regulars. My mortality is staring at me steely-eyed. I’ve had the flu, where I thought the end was near—I knew it wasn’t. I’ve had umpteen surgeries in my adult life, with excruciating pain being a part of the program—but I knew it would subside. I’ve never, well, this is the first time; I’m not sure what’s happening. My fingers, only on my right hand, are vibrating. I can’t write a word even though my brain’s instructions are clear. My gait is skewed right. I’ve become a Weeble—capable of falling down. I trip into my brain. I want to be alone. But I need someone to hold me. I don’t want to appear weak. But I need someone I love, to know somethings wrong. I’m conflicted. I have a propensity to hide my vulnerability from loved ones. I consider pushing them away. I don’t want them to feel my pain. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Ben Kweller - Falling
Stitching Life Back Together + Bob
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
I’m Fucking Selfish
The ER doctor calls my name. I fumble for my coat and bag. The tingling loosens my grip. I hope he didn’t see me drop my bag. Behind the curtain in the examination room, he puts me through a gauntlet of tests.
Well, that’s certainly disconcerting. Go back to the waiting area and wait. I’ll be out in a moment. A nurse enters. She calls five names. One through four: absent. Five: ME. Juice is attached to my IV. I sit back in General Population. My phone is at 3% —I don’t understand. I try to write down Obese Whiney Lady; I can only scribble. I am considering starting a bucket list. I hate the term bucket list. I hate any book stating things you should do before you die even more. What are the other options? How about: Go Before You Go? Four hours have passed. I overhear countless bleeping people moaning about how long they’ve been waiting. The blithering continues. The Good Doctor returns. Something’s not right. Neurology wants to see you. I’ve ordered a CAT scan. I want to learn how to skateboard. Lie down on this board. Put your head in here. It’s a tight fit. We are going to insert a dye into the IV. You’ll feel a warm rush. You will feel like you are wetting yourself. You won’t. When you’re in the machine: don’t swallow or move. Maybe, I should get Hana a murder of cats? Maybe, I should run for mayor? Maybe, tomorrow will come? After the scan, it’s back to GP. MRS MASK sees me coming. Her mask is covered with crumbs. Before I can avoid her, she tells me she hasn’t had her blood work done yet. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus
Jonathan + Bob + The Ocean Floor + Family Matters
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
Next of Kin
(Flashforward) I’m looking up. How did I get here? I’m on my back lying on the floor in a Pub. My friends tower above me, their hearts filled with concern. I don’t know what happened. I’ve drunk a few beers, not enough to lose my balance. I lost my balance. Jay is hovering above me. His worry is palpable. I’m lucky; I’m grateful for whom I have in my life. It’s Saturday, 27 January—22 days from the day I stumbled into the ER. Have I done this, whatever this is: to myself? || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Burna Boy - City Boys
LW Art + Hook Restaurant
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
↑↑↑ LW original art ↑↑↑
Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
Emergency Room: Continued
The only seat available is next to the obese lady who can’t leave her phone alone. They haven’t taken my blood yet, she blurts out. What are you in for? She asks. I ignore her question. The ER isn’t a competition. I started researching (GOOGLING) word the CAT scan technicians said to me— We want to rule out STROKE. Google tells me I’m going to die. I cringe. My phone begins blowing up with texts. A concerned friend who knew I wasn’t feeling well the previous day asks me, what’s up? I let him know I’m at the ER. I also let him know I don’t know what’s wrong. I text. I’m awake. He blasts another text challenging my vagueness. I stop texting. My fingers tingle. My brain tells me what to say, but my fingers struggle with the commands. My friend presses for more information; I grow frustrated. He asks me to let him know when I get the results. My upset with his caring reaches a crescendo: it’s my medical information; now, sharing feels like fodder for gossip. So, I turn off my phone. I’m punishing myself. A nurse enters the waiting area and calls out eight names—zero for eight. I feel vulnerable, lost; I love life; I want another day. I look over at the LARGE PHONE LADY. She looks frightened. She catches my gaze. You’re going to be okay. I say calmly. I am sure you are loved by many. This place is scary. Stay strong. I look away. Three doctors approach me. They identify themselves as neurologists. They ask me to follow them. A sliding door opens—and then closes behind me—life just became real. If I lose my mind, will I lose me? My finger spasms. My gait trips right. I press my right hand onto a hospital bed to maintain balance. I remain standing. My mind jumps back to the admitting desk. Emergency contact? Next of kin? The admitting nurse asked me. The names I gave are not part of my family. My heart slumps—but somehow, my soul is embraced in the warmth of unconditional. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Miley Cyrus - Used To Be Young
Falling + LW Art + An Art Installation + Feeling Blue
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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My Days: August-September 2023
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). A Story in Progress
Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
Book Thoughts
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Want More of Lindsay Today Click PDF Above↑↑↑
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
Monday with Bernie: Work Stories
Monday morning always sucks, especially in the bleakness of early February in Vancouver. The doors are unlocked. The workers pour in, trampling past me as if I’m invisible. After the buzz of the first hour passes, an uncomfortable calmness fills the room; only fifteen workers remain, all at different stages of odour, composure, decorum. An aged woman sits in the front row, dead centre, between four males, each slightly tousled in every which way—she’s donning sunglasses, she’s five-foot-two, maybe one-hundred pounds. She doesn’t fit the construction worker profile. It’s 6:30 in the morning. A life-ravaged young man walks in, his clothing tattered and torn. The phone begins to rattle off the hook, another blast of orders comes in. Workers slither up to the counter, each one replacing the last, only to shuffle off to their assignments which offer them a dose of survival for the day. A foul smell begins swallowing the room and grows venomous, smothering everything in its path. I ask my co-worker if he can smell it. He gags. I identify ground zero. Excuse me. You can’t be in here; this is a place of business. You smell—I hush my words—wrong. I’m sorry you can’t be in here. I want work. I live out there. He points outside. → Where am I to go? The life-ravaged young man hobbles out to OUT THERE. We don’t want to laugh. We do. We dub the life-ravaged man with a moniker: Pissy Pants. We concur later in the day; we are likely to become victims of PPPTS-Disorder. || More to come...
Completed Manuscripts
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
"Ed Sheeran" Medley/Mashup
LW Art
books ~ photos ~ food ~ comedy ~ tennis
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Book Thoughts
A personification of the ghosts who haunt us throughout life.
How did the book make me feel/think? I don’t know who my father is — but I do know I’m 48% Norwegian. I watched my father die twice, once literally and once metaphorically. “Gull Island” resonated with me as a representation of the unresolved questions and emotional ghosts that can haunt us when we lack critical pieces of our personal history and identity. This kind of uncertainty indeed leaves many of us feeling adrift and disconnected from ourselves, like we’re wandering alone in a fog. When everything we hold dear seems to slip away or becomes lost in the darkness, it can be an incredibly challenging experience. The feeling of being crushed by the walls of discovery can be overwhelming, and it’s natural to seek coping mechanisms like alcohol to numb the pain. “Gull Island” is about surviving and finding a way to get back up regardless of how daunting the journey in front of us appears to be and what creatures lurk in the dark. As the pages turn and the darkness begins to recede, readers become emotionally invested in the protagonist’s (Jude) quest for answers and self-discovery. They share Jude’s hopes, fears, and triumphs, and they will find them cheering for her as she navigates the twists and turns of her journey. That’s how “Gull Island” made me feel. WRITTEN: 9 September 2023 Contents
Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
This Colour = In The Production Lab (Subject to creative license). Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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The Stairs
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9. General Population
The day calms, only for a blip.
The sunglass-wearing lady stands up and holds court. I want a fucking job. Why won’t you give me a fucking job? I’m better than everyone in here. You’re communists. You’re discriminating. You’re cock-sucking faggots. We calmly encourage her to leave. You’ll be sorry. I can fuck you up. You’ll be sorry. I will pull down my pants and make you pay. My pussy is full of cyanide. I’m going to get my friend with a gun. You will all die. She staggers out of our office. Our only comfort is laughter. … … A worker with a regular repeating job approaches for his work ticket. He’s always respectful and polite. I’ve often pulled up to the office in the morning and witnessed him doing callisthenics. He is on the list of fifty all-time greats for a local professional sports team. His life took a turn—he’s fallen far—he’s never lost sight of how to act human. I like him. I have yet to ask him about his path for fear that its none of my business. … … Another worker comes and goes. It just come to the light of day, that he has ties to undesirables in the gang world. He seems to be an okay guy. Many years back, it also comes to the light of day, he beat someone to within an inch of his life—a story with racial undertones. || More to come...
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Igniting a connection to the past.
How did the book make me feel/think? “East Side Story” by Nick Marino provides readers with a deeper understanding of the city’s history, both positive and the dark moments, encouraging readers to appreciate the rich tapestry of life in the East Side of Vancouver. Marino’s ability to transport readers through time and connect personal family stories with the significance of the PNE in Vancouver’s history is a testament to the power of storytelling. It’s important for residents and visitors alike to gain insight into the places they live or visit, fostering a greater appreciation for the community and its heritage. The contrast between joyful memories of events like the PNE and the sobering historical reminders of injustices, such as the internment of Japanese Canadians during World War II, underscores the complexity of a city’s history. It’s essential not only to celebrate the positive aspects but also to acknowledge and learn from the darker moments. Kudos to Marino for painting the whole picture without sugarcoating. In “East Side Story” nostalgia will take hold, leaving readers anticipating their next visit to the local fair (PNE), igniting a connection to the past and the on hyperdrive present. “East Side Story” is a valuable read for anyone interested in Vancouver's history and culture, as it offers a unique blend of personal stories and the broader context of the city’s development, with moments of laughter springing to life on many pages. I can smell the onions and burgers frying, and I am looking forward to my next trip to the PNE where I can ride the roller coaster into nostalgia. Sometimes, being trapped in time, in today’s hectic world, offers a refuge from the stresses of life. WRITTEN: 9 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
An incredibly polite, average-looking and behaving worker approaches and is sent out for his day. A GOOGLE search of his name uncovers DISTURBING. Several years ago, he faced a manslaughter charge. He dragged a dead body around for several weeks; the body was discovered when his neighbours reported the toxic odours pouring out of his apartment. I will leave it up to your imagination to paint the picture of what the authorities discovered.
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What it’s like living inside of a stroke...
How did the book make me feel/think? I survived a stroke in 2018. When I cracked open “When My Ghost Sings,” I feared what might seep out of the pages and haunt me. After my stroke, my mind desperately attempted to reset itself for the next year or two. My brain would send singles to my fingers to write; all I could produce was a squiggly line, which had to suffice for a while. “When My Ghost Sings” will resonate with anyone who has ever suffered a stroke or have known someone who has, so, everyone. Stroke can be a profoundly life-altering experience, and books like “When My Ghost Things” deftly and lyrically delve into the emotional and psychological aspects of recovery and can provide refuge and understanding to those who’ve gone through similar challenges. Sidhoo, wholeheartedly, will have readers pondering questions about identity, loss, and the possibility of rediscovering oneself after such a transformative event. Fraser’s courage in sharing her darkest moments and emphasizing the importance of love and vulnerability in the healing process is a powerful testament to the book’s impact. It’s a reminder that literature has the ability to offer empathy, insight, and hope to those facing difficult circumstances. We must thank Sidhoo for sharing her perspective, and collectively, hope her journey toward recovery continues to be filled with hope and growth as she embraces the new version of herself emerging from her experiences. WRITTEN: 10 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
An incredibly polite, average-looking and behaving worker approaches and is sent out for his day. A GOOGLE search of his name uncovers DISTURBING. Several years ago, he faced a manslaughter charge. He dragged a dead body around for several weeks; the body was discovered when his neighbours reported the toxic odours pouring out of his apartment. I will leave it up to your imagination to paint the picture of what the authorities discovered.
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Family secrets and the search for identity, scorched onto every page.
How did the book make me feel/think? “What We Kept to Ourselves” by Nancy Yooyoun Kim eloquently highlights the exploration of the American Dream, familial secrets, and the struggles of finding one’s identity in a complex and oft-times unforgiving world. Kim scorches themes of family secrets onto every page and the search for identity. I am the product of a dark family secret, being born into societal shame, leaving me with a lifetime of trying to cobble together the missing pieces of who I am. Because of this, “When We Kept to Ourselves” resonated deeply with me and will with anyone who has experienced the weight of a dark family secret. The notion of trying to piece together one’s identity when faced with such secrets is a poignant and relatable struggle for many individuals. Kim also touches on the reality of a fracturing American Dream and the challenges faced by those seeking a better life in a new land while encountering resistance from those with long-held advantages, speaking to the broader social and cultural context in which the story is set. It underscores the idea that pursuing the American Dream is not always straightforward, and obstacles and prejudices can shape one’s journey. Kim is a masterful storyteller, who captures the complexities of navigating a new land and ever-changing life realities are a testament to her ability to create impactful narratives that will resonate with readers on a deep level. WRITTEN: 10 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
Emergency Room: Continued
The neurologists administered a series of tests. Being a stupidly competitive person, I GOOGLED my conditions while I waited for the tests. After a few minutes of research, I printed my medical degree. I knew what tests were coming. Before they started, I trained my mind to focus on not slurring speech, to having equal strength on both sides, to un-droop my face-- I passed (?) The doctors disappeared behind a curtain to discuss my treatment options, only to be replaced by a nurse. A nurse (Betty) pulled back the curtains. The Neurologists were just out of earshot discussing what to do with me. Betty asked me, Are you the Neurosurgeon? I flashed her the hardware dangling from my arm. The doctors returned. You can go home soon. I don’t think there is a need to admit you. You will have to come in as an outpatient for a whack of tests. He slips in: You’re not well. If you have a recurrence of any of the symptoms which brought you here today, call 911. Come in in an ambulance. Do not walk in, even if you are close to the hospital. Time could be the difference between life and death. Do you understand? No. The only words that continued ringing in my ears were: ‘no need to admit you’ and ‘life and death.’ What happens if a symptom arises while in the company of the incredibly polite, normal behaving and acting worker? A thought to ponder in about a month. || More to come...
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Thought-provoking, darkly hilarious, and emotionally charged…
How did the book make me feel/think? “Anecdotes” by Kathryn Mockler is laced with unconventional storytelling. This collection of stories has indelibly impacted me, even as Mockler delved into challenging themes. The first story had me simultaneously laughing and questioning my emotional response, highlighting the book’s ability to engage readers on deeply emotional, occasionally uncomfortable levels, even when tackling difficult subject matter. This juxtaposition of humour and discomfort is a central theme throughout the book, making it a compelling and thought-provoking read. “Anecdotes” is a literary adventure, taking readers to places of wanton curiosity, underscoring its power to draw readers into its world. “Anecdotes” isn’t afraid to confront issues like sexuality, abuse, abandonment, and the struggle to make sense of a chaotic world. The story “This Isn’t a Conversation” will leave readers wondering about the survival of the planet in the face of pending destiny, adding an intriguing layer to the book’s exploration of existential themes. It’s a testament to Mockler’s ability to blend laughter and pain to keep readers engaged and reflective. “Anecdotes” bounces between the absurdities of life and the self-inflicted realities of humanity, painting a vivid picture of the book’s themes and tone. “Anecdotes” is a thought-provoking, darkly hilarious, and emotionally charged read that challenges readers to confront the complexities of existence. When I finally stop laughing, I must announce that “Anecdotes” is one of my favourite reads of 2023 and likely beyond, as hopefully, my past finally catches up to the future! WRITTEN: 10 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
I’m turning six today!
My parents + an aunt and uncle, + my two eldest sisters are taking me out to celebrate. They are taking me to a fine-dining restaurant. I don’t know these people—they’ve only been present for the last year or so—even mum and dad. It’s time to go, to dress up for: fine. I’m six; I don’t know what fine is. I’m forced to toss on wool dress slacks; they itch. They stuff me into a dress shirt. The shirt is starched—the collar is stiff; it scratches my neck. I begin to cry, weeping at first, turning into wailing with each step. I’m turning six today! My sisters Bernice and Sadie tell me to stop being a baby; I am a baby. They tell me they’re treating me for my birthday by taking me to fine. What’s fine? I keep crying, the adults’ banter back and forth above me. Don’t be a baby. Stop crying. I can’t stop. The wool is tormenting my skin. The shirt is cutting off my breathing. I slam myself down on a sofa, covering my eyes with my hands. Fine then, we will go without you. I scream for them to stay. I hear the door slamming as the family exits the farmhouse. I hear the car start, a 1964 Buick Electra (1966). The car begins to move. It turns onto the long driveway, trees overhanging the drive are smothering the sun. I chase after the car, as tears pour from my eyes. I scream out, Wait for me. The car turns onto the highway into the city. I watch the vehicle as it crests a hill and then disappears into the early evening sky. I turn, tears still dripping from my face. I start walking back to the farmhouse alone; birds are floating in the sky above the cover of the trees. They are singing an angry song. I’m alone. I turned six today. || More to come...
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A provocative and unsettling read…
How did the book make me feel/think? “Orpheus Builds a Girl” by Heather Parry is a deeply disturbing and thought-provoking work of fiction. It challenges readers to question their values and perceptions by exploring morality, sanity, and obsession. Wilhelm Von Tore, a German doctor, becomes infatuated with Luciana (Luci), a young Cuban girl dying of tuberculosis, and believes he's in love with her. Eventually, Luci dies. Von Tore displays an intense level of fixation and delusion that can be interpreted as a form of madness. His actions towards Lucianna are deeply unsettling, and the story delves into his mental state and his efforts to revive her, examining themes of mental health and the blurred boundary between love and obsession. The story delves into complex societal issues, such as misogyny, xenophobia, fascism, and the concept of bodily autonomy. It challenges readers to confront uncomfortable truths about the human condition and the dark aspects of human nature. “Orpheus Builds a Girl” is a provocative and unsettling read that scratches the themes of love, obsession, mental health, and societal issues. The book will linger in the mind, forcing readers to grapple with its disturbing themes and unsettling main character. WRITTEN: 10 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
I visited my doctor because he thinks it is important to monitor my vitals to keep them vital. He checks my BP on my left arm. 130/20 good news. He asks about my family history, stroke + heart, + cancer. Like many, I inform him, family, in my case, is a bit confusing. I share a short story. He tells me what I’ve shared is intense, compelling.
The Doc slips the BP sleeve on my right arm: 220/100. He suggests maybe it’s not the best idea to talk about my family before the test. He adds another prescription + increases the dose of another. I’m now up to six medications. I resist getting a pill caddy. I’m sad. I laugh. The list of side effects = infinity. At work, I don’t want to whine. I whine a bit. I can’t help it. I have felt like a word starting with “sh” and ending with “it” for the past nine months, amplified with my recent near demise. I will be okay. I don’t want to appear weak. Or share too much about how I feel with work colleagues. Since I visited the ER, I have had umpteen, I think twelve doctor visits, including a brain MRI + being wired up like I was going undercover + now instead of the two toxic medications: I’m on six. They all suck and don’t come in tasty flavours. However, they make me feel like vomiting most of the time. Anyway, I am sure I’m fine; my doctor seems somewhat concerned but optimistic—which in turn makes me somewhat concerned but optimistic as well. My doctor is monitoring my situation closely. I will be seeing the Neurologists again soon—worst case: they may have to reduce my brain size, luckily; I have extra—if they must remove; hopefully, they take away parts I’m not using. I asked the doctors about physical activity (gym etc.), and they said to go as hard as I normally do! That’s reassuring because I’m sure if I were to collapse on the treadmill, one of the gym’s memberships professionals would know what to do? || More to come...
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A powerful exploration of the discrimination faced by marginalized...
How did the book make me feel/think? “The Most Secret Memory of Men” is a literal masterpiece, a tour de force. Readers are taken on a journey exploring thought-provoking themes such as race, privilege, identity, and the challenges African writers face in a world that resists appreciating their work. This story delves into the experiences of people who are seen as different in a French society that is primarily white. It is a powerful exploration of marginalized communities' discrimination and the extreme measures an individual may take to abandon their heritage and blend in. People with fairer skin receive less literary criticism than African writers, as illustrated in the novel. Even within the arts, the world is never a level playing field. The story blends heavier themes with the concepts of love and the “whitening” of culture. Within the pages, the concept of the colonization of the mind is a powerful metaphor, suggesting conformity can sometimes be a means of achieving success or recognition. Still, it may also limit individual expression and creativity. “The Secret Memory of Men” tells a compelling story and offers a lens through which readers can explore important social and cultural issues, sparking meaningful conversations and reflections on these topics. At the very least, readers will become lost in the book’s lyrical prose. WRITTEN: 11 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
I don’t want to go back to the ER visit today, so I won’t.
Instead, come with me to Breka Café to read. What to order? The server at the counter is pretty as a picture. You may giggle now. She really is cute as a button; she really was. And she had a delectable English-South African-Australian accent to boot. I’ll have a coke; I say politely with a hint of shyness. She goes to the cooler and collects a bottle. Would you like me to open it? She asked. She pauses. She blushes a wee bit. I’m scared. I’ve never opened a bottle before. She says. It’s 2018, cute as a button! || More to come...
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Gripping + Intriguing + Terrifying + Foreboding + Visually Stunning…
How did the book make me feel/think? “The Skull” by Jon Klassen is a gripping and intriguing children’s book with a dark and mysterious theme. The combination of a runaway child befriending a skull without a skeleton, an eerie house in the woods, a bottomless pit, and a mafia-style hit certainly sets it apart from traditional children’s stories. The artwork, is one town, beyond superb, adding to the book’s appeal making it visually captivating for readers of all ages. Ultimately, what makes a book a favourite can very greatly from person to person. Some readers appreciate books that challenge their expectations, taking them on unexpected journeys, even if those are journeys are unsettling. How can the terrifying “The Skull” be one of my all-time favourites? It just is? Will the skeleton return in the dark cover of night? Read and find out. Would you like a cup of tea and a peach? WRITTEN: 12 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
JT approaches the counter at work. JT struggles with addiction. He tells Sam he’s been kicked out of rehab for being too cheerful. He’s clean on this day. He’s dispatched to work. Before he exits, the Sam says, JT, stop smoking crack.
Sounds like a logical solution to a complex problem. I don’t smoke crack, I do meth, JT states with an air of confidence. || More to come...
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Autism, check. Celebrities, check. A monster, check. An indigenous theme, check. An identity theme, check.
How did the book make me feel/think? I am giving “Call Me Hunter” by Jim Shockey five stars. I have a personal policy of granting every book I read the highest rating because who am I to pass judgment on whether others will enjoy a book or not? There is one exception to my star-giving rule: books filled with hatred, misogyny, or racism. The story introduced an autistic character with a unique talent for identifying art at garage sales - and a few unsolved murders. It was overwhelming. The narrative then took another turn, with a monster who paradoxically loved animals but was also a twisted deviant murderer (close to my exception). As I delved further into the pages of “Call Me Hunter,” my mind began to wander to my worries of the day, and then, Shockey helped me to momentarily escape my worries when “Saskatoon,” graced the pages, the city I grew up in. Yet, my interest in a recognizable location was short-lived. My mind struggled to keep up. Suddenly, the autistic man was playing water polo, and movie stars were casually mentioned. They even dined at the first café I visited when I moved to Vancouver, which momentarily captured my attention. But my mind wandered again. An indigenous theme was inserted, leaving me feeling confused. Nevertheless, I persisted in reading every single word. And then, with only 40 pages remaining, the story took another twist, drawing me in once more. I read the rest of the book diligently, hoping the mentioned celebrities were faring well in their lives. After this experience, I have decided never to read advanced praise. I found it surprising one of the individuals who provided advanced praise for the book deemed it “astoundingly original” - since “astoundingly” implies surprise. WRITTEN: 13 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
9 9 9 9 9 9
24 February 2018 Jeffbo, what are you doing here? Hey, Linds, thanks for coming. You didn’t answer my question. Linds, I’m dead. Fuck, Jeff, my heart is breaking. It’s okay, Lindsay, it was my time. Jeffbo, I don’t think I ever told you how much I love and appreciate you. Geez, you were there when my dad died; you were there when my mum died. You were always there, effortlessly. It’s what I do; I mean, I did, Linds; I appreciate you as well. Jeffbo, you brought all of us joy. OMG, when you made the Ferris Bueller water dripping sound by flicking your finger against your cheek, I cried with laughter. But that wasn’t enough. Instead, you switched from a finger flick to a bat to eventually the bumper of a car—a little extreme. It was my responsibility to bring the comedy. The way you cared for the Bumpkins, Gord, Bub, Wes, and all of us; unconditionally. The English language isn’t adequate enough to express how much that meant. I’m blushing. Can a ghost blush? Look at my belly; what do you do with your Jell-O pudding? Watch me fall down this flight of stairs, Lindsay; Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down. Thanks for stopping by, Linds. Jeffbo, I love you; I must go now. One last thing, thank you for taking me to the hospital when my appendix exploded. It’s what I do; I mean, I did; bye, for now, Lindsay. 9 9 9 9 9 9 || More to come...
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Speaking directly to your soul…
How did the book make me feel/think? I love poetry because for the most part it makes my head spin in the personal lyrical journey it is. I love finding the often-breathtaking phraseology found with in the craft. As well as the nuanced humour that can feel like the poet is speaking directly to your soul. But for the most part, my head spins. “Body Works” by Dennis Cooley ticks all the categories above. To sum up my feelings on “Body Works” here goes. My Life Oh, dear friend, let me lend an ear, to the story you seek to share and hear. Born in shadows, scratching for light, a journey weaves through darkness and bright. Breathe, run, and play, embracing the thrill, yet sometimes we stumble and fall down still. Sports shape us, teach us to rise once more, stitched together, stronger than before. A slight limp may walk beside you with grace, a reminder of battles you bravely embrace. As you move forward, secrets may unfold, the light darkens, a mystery to behold. Pieces cobbled back together with care, revealing glimpses of who you are there. But why the secrecy, the hidden desire? Questions whisper in your mind’s fire. A health scare comes knocking on your door, drinks offer solace you can’t ignore. Another scare arrives with a warning bell, but fear not, for you’ll be stitched up well. Better than new, you shall rise above, a pill caddy filled with strength and love. Every day brings healing and light, with determination, you’ll win this fight. And if the question lingers in your mind, can you stop taking what fate has assigned? Remember, dear friend, it’s your choice to make, to embark on a journey of wellness and break. So, take a deep breath, stand tall and strong, know in your heart, you truly belong. Stitched together with resilience anew, embrace each day and let your spirit shine through. That’s how “Body Works” made me feel. WRITTEN: 13 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
Emergency Room: Continued
The doctors told me I’d be discharged soon. I just need the ER doctors, okay, a nurse tells me. How long do you think it will take? I don’t belong in General Population. I don’t want to talk to anyone. You shouldn’t be more than five minutes, she says. I exit the examination area, and to my delight, Jay has arrived. He asks if I want to sit. I barked: NO. I stressed to him the importance of avoiding eye contact. I thanked him for coming. One Hour Passes No less than eight patients harass the medical professionals upping the annoyance level to critical. Sixty minutes divided by five = twelve. I want to scream. I stroll to the admitting desk. The neurologists said aspirin…outpatient…and you can go—why is it taking so long? An iceberg floats through the waiting area. It should only a few minutes more, the nurse tells me. Jay, I’m sorry. You can go. Let’s stand over here by security. I don’t want to be near the others. I tip right. I’m a little teapot. 200 Bonus Points! || More to come...
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Beauty, love, and magic floating amongst the stars.
How did the book make me feel/think? Antoine Laurain’s “AN ASTRONOMER IN LOVE” is a charmingly heartwarming story about the magic often revolving around us in everyday life. We often find beauty in the ordinary. And if we rush to judgement, we just might miss the comfort of the small moments of love surrounding us, often hidden in plain sight. This is the fourth Gallick Book I’ve had the privilege of reading, and every single one of them has been fantastic! WRITTEN: 15 September 2023 Contents
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9. General Population
A—pardon the meanness—fat woman lay on the bed nearest where we are stumping. Her ankle is enormous, blue, bruised, gross. She has an obese boyfriend sitting beside her. I shudder, hoping for them to remain silent. A fantasy to become unfulfilled.
I whisper to Jay—I want to go home. I pout. It’s been one-and-a-half hours. You don’t have to stay; I say to Jay. Miss Ankle takes my whispering as her queue to barge into our conversation: It will be another five hours, she says. I ignore her. The whiney lady is still on her phone. The masked woman stares at me. A nurse calls five names. An indigenous gentleman paces the waiting room. A tattered man whose near critically high, tweaks in a corner. A street person (?) enters. He’s filthy. He stinks of dumpster diving. He picks up the courtesy phone and commences to blab out his entire life story at high volume—sharing his crap with all. One Hour-Forty-Five-Minutes have passed In the past fifteen minutes: the fat woman hoovered three chocolate bars + two bags of chips—washing them down with three heavily caffeinated energy drinks. She sends her BF out for more food. Jay and I stump in silence, and I’m grateful for the wall, my right-hand spasms. At the Two-Hour Mark The pacing indigenous man stops pacing and leans up against a bed a mere six feet away from us. His eyes pierce through us like a cutting torch. The fat lady barks at a nurse pushing a wheelchair to get her some booties for her disgusting ankle. The nurse refuses to respond. You don’t have to be so rude; the fat lady blathers at the nurse pushing the wheelchair—and then stuffs another candy bar into her mouth. Another nurse stands to our right, talking to his patient. The indigenous man saunters up to him, demands attention, the nurse ignores him. I’ve been here for three hours, he yaps. The fat lady screams—I’ve been here since one. Mr. High shouts out— I’ve been here for four hours. The guy on the phone blasts out— Can you fucking keep it down? I’m on the phone. The indigenous man returns to his piercing stare. I am confident he is preparing to stab us. I make a snap decision: I must murder a gaggle of people. I pause, share my intentions with the admitting nurse, telling her it’s been over two hours since I was informed five minutes. The admitting nurse agrees, murder makes sense. The nurse leads me back into the examination room; I think it’s for me to collect weapons, I’m told to take a seat. I now understand why guns shouldn’t be easy to obtain. Five minutes later, a nurse tells me: Take a low-dose aspirin. Outpatient services will call you. You can go. A nurse calls five names. Nobody answers. || More to come...
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9. General Population
What is this place, Linds. It looks interesting. Shall we duck inside, hoist a few pints, and then you can continue unpacking this dream?
6 January 2019 I’m living in denial. It’s been a day since being freed from the pains of the ER. I am now an outpatient, on call for a gauntlet of tests. I’m not well. I resist admitting it. In the coming days, I will be summoned to have my brain examined, have an MRI, and gadgets hooked to me, blood, blood, blood + Doctor after Doctor after Doctor, weekly. I pretend nothing is wrong. At work, I set up a worker for the day. I provide him with a map. I try to write a bus number on the map. My brain sends the signal to my hand. I can only scribble. I have trouble holding the pen. When I walk, I feel like I’m floating. This part of the story takes place in January—it will take me to mid-March to admit I suffered a catastrophic brain injury, and my body is struggling desperately to reset. I’m not sure it’s resetting. Life is dramatic—this is my drama. I have become stoic, except, of course, for this sentence—a man in the throes of stoicism would likely not identify himself that way. … … || More to come...
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