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A Reawakening
Exactly how 2026 has decided to fuck me, and how I’ve decided to fuck it back.
A hiatus. That’s what I figured I’d be walking into at the end of January. A brief moment of rest and relaxation, just like the book says.
The adventure I’ve been on was not what I’d planned for the year. In fact, I’d made the resolution, as the bullet journal planner and woman that I am, to write and publish an essay every week. And for a moment, I thought it was going to work.
And then, I ended up in the hospital.
And two weeks later, I ended up in the hospital again.
And six weeks after that, guess where I was? WRONG. I was in the fucking hospital.
In fact, in 2026 alone, I have been to the hospital four times. Two of which were for multi-night stays. So it’s safe to say that things are not going as planned. But what 2026 doesn’t know yet is that I’ve decided I’m not going to be unwell anymore. Yes, I am giving up Epilepsy. I’ve realized that it isn’t serving me, and I’ll no longer tolerate it.
A fool, thinking it would trick me into submission. Not knowing how stubborn I am. And if I say no more seizures, good luck trying to put me in the hospital again.
This week, I wrote…
Miami Nights: Trespassing at the Best Western
There’s a special kind of phenomenon that occurs only when an adventurer of the foreign variety travels until they find themselves somewhere wild and exotic. Where nothing is as expected or practiced. Somewhere, for example, like Florida. There are many things that separate Florida from somewhere like— oh, I don’t know… let’s say Italy. The drinks are brighter, the water is colder, and the calendar, as one would read it on a phone or website, begins on Sunday instead of Monday.
I’ll be clearer here: the American calendar reads “Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, etc.” The Italian calendar reads, instead, “Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc.” This detail is largely inconsequential and is easy to overlook in 90+% of circumstances.
Unless you are, perhaps, booking a hotel room.
Let me tell you about Miami.
on leaving
About
Me
Electra Artemis is a New York City-born and raised Off-Broadway Playwright and Screenwriter. She holds a bachelor's degree from Wellesley College, where she majored in English and minored in Astronomy.
She is a founding member and President of the Resident Dilettante production company, where she develops and produces original work across stage and screen. Her plays have been presented in New York and internationally, including the Emerging Artists Spark Festival in New York City. Her play How to Build a Gate toured New Zealand in Summer 2024 and was later named a finalist in the Soho Playhouse Lighthouse Festival, with actor-producer Kate Low now leading a return engagement at BATS Theatre as part of NZ Fringe.
Her play, The Rug: A Grief Comedy, was performed at the Chain Theater in Midtown in Fall 2025, following a showcase engagement at The Tank in Winter 2024. It’s now continuing to workshop in preparation for an anticipated Ed Fringe send-off.
Her debut short film, "To the Floor," is currently in post-production and will be entering the festival circuit. Her pilot, "Group," is being shown to production companies.
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