I Am Tired of Every Hobby Needing to Become Content
I am tired of every hobby needing to become content. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being enough to enjoy making something. If you write, you…
FOR LIVES THAT REFUSE TO STICK TO THE PLOT
The Narratively Inconvenient blog is where the plot actually unfolds. These are personal essays and stories about parenting, chronic illness, creativity, gaming, starting over, identity, internet life, and the strange little disasters that somehow become entire chapters.
Some posts are funny. Some are heavier. Most land somewhere between “I learned something from this” and “well, that was certainly not on the schedule.” The stories here are not built around a perfect-life highlight reel. Instead, they focus on what happens when plans change, priorities shift, and life keeps moving anyway.
The Narratively Inconvenient blog covers the parts of life that rarely stay in one category. You may find a post about online school next to one about a medical appointment, a gaming obsession, a creative project, or the latest attempt to rebuild a plan that stopped making sense. That mix is intentional because real life usually refuses to sort itself into neat little folders.
If you are new here, start with Start Here for a quick guide to the site, or visit the About page to learn more about Amanda and why Narratively Inconvenient exists. You can also browse by category when you want a particular kind of chaos instead of scrolling through everything at once.
Whether you came for Medical Plotlines, Motherhood & Real Life, Creative Chaos, Gaming & Internet Life, Reinvention, or everyday stories that never followed the original outline, there is probably something here that feels familiar. New stories continue to join the archive as the plot changes, because apparently life was not interested in becoming less complicated just because I started documenting it.
I am tired of every hobby needing to become content. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being enough to enjoy making something. If you write, you…
Chronic illness and sense of time are deeply connected in ways that are hard to explain until your life starts getting measured in appointments, symptoms, test…
I would like one week without a side quest, please. Not a perfect week, because I have realistic expectations and some experience with my own life.…
Medical trauma from being dismissed by doctors does not always come from one terrible hospital visit. Sometimes it builds slowly, appointment after appointment, every time you…
My September 11 remembrance begins in a place I would rather not remember at all. I was 14 years old and living in a group home…
Labor Day weekend with chronic illness did not feel much like a three-day break this year. I went into Saturday already feeling bad, with my left…
There is a strange kind of frustration in missing hobbies you still love. Nothing dramatic happened to them. You did not wake up one morning and…
I keep making schedules as though I have learned absolutely nothing from my own life. Every week, I organize appointments, online school, errands, work, chores, and…
My Oldest Child Is 18, and I am not emotionally prepared for that sentence. I knew this birthday was coming, obviously. Birthdays tend to follow a…
Gaming as an adult looks very different from the version of gaming I remember having time for. I still call myself a gamer, although that occasionally…