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I’m Not Down, I’m in My Blue Period

posted in dermatomyositis, Fine Whine on April 9, 2025 by Eugene Dennis 3 Comments

There are days that feel a little… blue. Not tragic, not dire. Just sort of soft and soggy around the edges, like a 5 Guys burger. Today was one of those days.

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When Life DMed Me This 7-Syllable Plot Twist

posted in dermatomyositis, Fine Whine on April 1, 2025 by Eugene Dennis 5 Comments

It’s like a smorgasbord of symptoms, only this is the twisted kind of buffet line where you don’t get to pick the items you want, the items get to pick you.

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The (Almost) Daily Dennis

4/13/25: The weekend of The Fork’s table read. Cast slays. The world can be loud. But for one morning, in a small theater with big dreams in Utah, it was music, laughter, and the courage to begin again. Details to follow. Watch this page for all the juicy details.

4/12/25: I am “watching series on hidden villages of England and loving it” years old.

4/10/25: They call us late bloomers, as if we overslept the season or missed the memo. But the truth is, it took every detour, every wrong turn, every scraped knee and small triumph to get here. What’s blooming now isn’t late – it’s right on time, made from the full compost of a life well-lived and lessons hard-earned. This work didn’t come despite the delay, but because of it.

4/9/25: Been a minute since I posted. Debated whether to click the publish button. Today’s post is a bit mopey, but maybe it’s okay every now and then. Back at it tomorrow.

3/31/25: Grandma Moses didn’t start painting until her 70s. She figured if her hands couldn’t embroider anymore, they might as well try something a little messier.

Next thing you know—bam!—art museums, greeting cards, and people saying things like “folk art legend.”

So if you’re sitting there thinking it’s too late to start that novel, take that class, or learn the banjo… Grandma Moses would like a word.

Preferably in oil paint.

3/27/25: Oops, missed a few days there. Shame on me, although I’d just offer in my defense, the missing updates say as much in their own special way. Still, shame-shame-shame.

3/23/25: “Trust your ability to exercise the choice of action and direction during the ‘words on paper’ stage. Sometimes your characters might alter the story line and you may not know whether to let them do it, or not. Let them do it. See what happens. The worst that can happen is you’ll spend a few days realizing you made a mistake. It’s important to make mistakes; out of accidents, and mistakes, springs creative spontaneity.” Syd Field, Screenplay

3/22/25:
World:
Hive: Why yes, due to popular demand, we’ll give you the world’s first musical farce (that we know of). Coming soon to a charming theater in Provo near you. (We can’t reveal what the show is, and of course, there’s no connection between series of posts of The Fork’s journey and the new musical farce coming soon.)

3/20/25: Didn’t quite get the good news we were hoping for at the doctor’s office today. In the elevator to parking, Suzanne hit the one-star button and deemed it a fitting review of the day, which gave me a much appreciated laugh. Back at it tomorrow.

3/19/25: Strong suit.

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