What Cassandra Knew

It is the beginning of week two of NaNoWriMo and I cannot think, I can only feel, and I feel horrible. Day eight technically, but it feels like Day one of being reborn in a Cowardly New World. Luckily for me, writing is not the sort of thing that requires clear thought because I don’t care very much about the clarity or the grammaticality or the accuracy of my words today. Today all I am capable of is expressing my feelings.

The past year or so I’ve been trying to re-learn to write; to write...