Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

I don’t know how long this is going to be since it’s a rant and I’m annoyed, maybe I’ll drone (ha ha) on and on for who knows how long, or maybe I’ll just keep it to the point. It isn’t written yet so I’m just as clueless as you are. What I do know …

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(This was a hard blog post to write. I thought, after almost a year, I’d be better but it’s still hard, will always be hard I think. I cried a few times, had to stop even more, but I got all the words out eventually. Maybe not as coherently as I’d like, but they’re here, …

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I don’t know what to write today. I’m tired and I’m not sure why because I didn’t do too much today, maybe all the rain from the past few days has drained me. Maybe it’s because my dad was hosting a book club and I helped and it was loud, or maybe because all this …

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Whenever I start thinking of a story, it usually begins with a witch. Sometimes she’s a young girl learning about her powers, other times she’s a coven leader trying to understand the signs that have been plaguing her, recently it’s been a girl who’s had witchiness thrust upon her as she’s trying to figure out …

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I realized today that since I promised to write a weekly blog post, I unwittingly promised to write fifty-two (technically fifty-three, you got two posts the first week of January you lucky ducks) blog posts.

I have nothing to say today. But that isn’t completely true, because I’m writing this post and forcing myself to write about how I have nothing to say, which means I do have something to say but it’s about nothing.

Oh look, it’s two weeks into 2018 and I’m still blogging HOORAY! I did tell you I was serious about this whole blog thing though (also I paid for this domain, and that’s the real motivator, isn’t it?). I even have a sticky note on my phone with future blog ideas on it, so if …

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We’re only four days into 2018 which means people have already succeeded and failed at their resolutions for the year. But I’m avoiding the topic, what I mean to say is that it’s January 4th, and it’s been three years since my mom died.