I’m exhausted. All. The. Time.
It maybe that I’m recovering from the holidays or the inauguration of our first bi-racial president (homeboy’s mom is white from Kansas, he’s hardly the first BLACK president, I’m just sayin‘). Regardless, a sistah tired.
And as much as I catch some Zs, I’m still tired. And with the tired, so is the writing. Tired, tired, tired.
What to do? Not sure yet, I’ve got to think of something.
Maybe it’s because my Christmas tree is still up?
Note to self: pay a college student to come take down the tree.
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Icess is a writer, professor, and blogger. She is a graduate of Goddard College's MFA program. Her work has been published in Rabble Lit, Minerva Rising Literary Journal, and the Feminine Collective's anthology Notes from Humanity. Her nonfiction has appeared in Dear Hope, NBCNews.com, HuffPost and the Guardian. She is a recipient of the Owl of Minerva Award, a VONA/Voices of Our Nation Arts Foundation alum, and is also a Kimbilio Fellow. She's currently working on her first novel.
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