Published every Wednesday by Bivy Tales, we share brief musings by various authors. Dither Me This is run by Sara Aranda, Birch Malotky, and Emma Murray. Please refer to the submissions page for information regarding contributions!
Dither Me This is a weekly publication that presents current, old, spontaneous, or nonsensical musings for the reader to use as a writing prompt, discuss with a friend, lover, or to read and move on. Authors may present questions, creative processes, or thoughtful means to end the week; and while you may still be left staring at the walls, it is not without a new thought mulling the paint into iterative transformation. Thus we send waves into the electronic ether and see what is returned – extending a baton to the world, only a little afraid to let go.
"By 10 a.m. on the beach at the resort, I see the onslaught of people crowding the beach, ordering drinks from their reclining chairs, re-lathering protective sunblock, yelling and squealing so that the ocean’s hum becomes the awkward background interruption that a song producer would edit out. By 11 a.m., I am sad. I am anxious. I am at a resort that I can’t easily leave. I’m torn between spending time with my family and running from this confusing claustrophobia. I don’t feel like I’m in paradise. I’m in a box, sitting in a plastic chair with windows facing palm trees and distant volcanoes."
"It’s been windy here lately. Last weekend, while climbing on the Bastille in Eldorado Canyon, dirty particles beat into my eyes with such fervor and consistency that I couldn’t keep them open. The calls from my partner below were washed warbles, even though I was only 20 feet off the ground. I was cold. Unless I locked off and pressed my stomach flat against the wall, the invisible force would pry me off, howling high across the rocky outcrops and flooding my ears.