Hi, y’all! I’ve been away for a few weeks, despite opening the blog up almost every day and meaning to post a new entry and then getting distracted by social media (usually). Welp, today is getting a blog post! Even if it’s about nothing – oh god, I hope it’s not about nothing. Today’s blog post is about warming up your fingers. Writing exercises muscles and it’s important to warm up those muscles before you get to the serious writing. Also, it’s 4:20 so let’s hear it for tha

*Artist Appreciation Post* I want to do a little shout-out to the cover artist for “My Pocket of Fears” and one of my closest and dearest friends, Mikhael Benson. The man is not only superbly talented but he’s also one of the kindest people I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. I wish him all the success and happiness in the world! #writing #comics #Artists #MyPocketofFears #Kickstarter

Hi all, Happy Tuesday! The past 24 hours have been rough. Speaking as someone who lives with Borderline Personality Disorder, it’s been one rollercoaster after another. I got my COVID-19 booster shot yesterday. Wait, before that – I ran out of marijuana at the start of the weekend, so I’d already been a little down for a few days. In order for me to adequately explain what going a week without weed does to my mental and emotional health, I think I have to finish this story (s

Sometimes I can’t decide if my family is made up of aliens or if I’m the alien, abandoned on this blue marble, forever waiting for my true family to return and retrieve me. I am definitely the alien, interacting with the world on a whole ‘nother frequency. Observing the strange lifeforms around me. Trying to learn their unique customs and practices. Always fearful of my true identity being discovered. Hauled away. Studied. Dissected. This secret I’ve kept for my safety. Darin

#depression #mentalhealth #writing

I’m working on a new project. It’s very hush, hush. I’m very excited for you to see it. January 4th, 2022. #poetry #writing

In my pocket of fears, I’ll hide you away. Deep, beyond the reach of light. In my pocket of fears, I’ll hide you away. Adrift in silence, out of all sound. In my pocket of fears, you’ll stay. Kept in secret, hidden with intent. In my pocket of fears, you sway. The naked truth laid bare. https://www.buymeacoffee.com/jonathanashline #poetry #writing

The psychotic drowns in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight.“ – Joseph Campbell. #writing

To anyone reading this from the “United” States, happy Thanksgiving, or “Turkey Day”. To anyone reading this outside the “United” States, happy Thursday! Today, I want to speak to this holiday and give a sneak peek at my family’s history of Thanksgivings. “Burrrrp!” My brother and roommate, Jesse, belches upstairs to let me know he’s still alive. He’s actually working today, just like it were any other Monday-Friday (and sometimes Saturday). And me? I am in my sweats, on my c

Hi fam, I’m working away on my very first novel (due out in early 2022) when I thought I’d share a peek of what it’s like living with seasonal depression. The air’s grown cold and the sun is scarce and I feel it in my brain – things are slowing down. My enjoyment of things I used to love is waning. My hygiene habits have also become lax. Lately, I’ve been particularly bothered by how long I’d let my fingernails get. It’s taken up a lot of space in my mind since I noticed them

Hi CuteLittleNinja, sorry I’ve been away for a few weeks. I had a tough time getting through this last election (a lotta defeats that night) and work was triggering my anxiety disorder so I’m back to taking some time off, working on my book, appreciating life. Yesterday was my 35th birthday. Or is it the 34th anniversary of my birth? Oh well, regardless, I got to spend the weekend with some very special friends who share my birthday week and played lots of fun games/saw the l

Started my day off with some DBT today. For those who don’t know DBT is Dialectical Behavior Therapy. It’s used to treat Borderline Personality Disorder. My therapist used the expression “Let’s slow down the tape” to examine a situation in which my brain went into a momentary panic and my anxiety spiked without a clear trigger. Turns out it was related to a fear of disappointing others and I think that’s really what drives a lot of what I do. This sense of never wanting to le

I missed my blog entry yesterday because I did another writing contest. This one was a 24-hour 250-word microfiction contest. 24 hours to write 250 words with an assigned genre, action, and word. Unfortunately, I was dealt the comedy genre. I’ve always struggled to write comedy. Which is strange if you know me because I’m generally a funny person in real life. But when it comes to manufacturing comedy on the page… I got nothing. So, I smoked a whole bunch and wrote this piece

Alright, it’s Friday, let’s get a little personal. I have Borderline Personality Disorder. If you’re not aware, it is a disorder that causes me challenges in regulating my emotions. I’m constantly having very deep, changing emotions often just under the surface. On top of that, I’m a writer. I enjoy telling stories and eliciting emotions from an audience. I’ve recently left a pretty nice full time job due to my BPD and anxiety issues. Writing feels right. It feels like what

Some letters make a word Some words make a sentence Some sentences make a page Some pages make a chapter Some chapters make a book #writing

Hey all you cool cats and kittens out there. I hope you’re well. I’m doing quite good on this calm Sunday morning. Got my coffee. Got my weed. Got my music. Gonna get some writing done in just a few, but I wanted to make a post here first. Yesterday, I attended a virtual writer’s conference for two and a half hours (would’ve been four but I got home later than expected). Anyway, this conference severely inspired me to “finish the thing”. I’ve got several projects in various s