I'm a writer--always have been, always will be (I hope). But lately, I've been feeling deprived: creatively and emotionally. Sometimes I feel like the three-year-old me has been given complete artistic control of my verbal sketching (a horribly elitist way of saying the stuff I write) by manner of a magic marker to a white board. Believe me when I say most of the stuff my little self concocts is unreadable garbage--it's that bad. Sometimes I even think I smell the unmistakable scent of gas-station bathroom wafting from the poor piece of paper I have defiled.
But, I keep going, and I'm hoping that this blog with help train my habits and focus my mind so that my nineteen-year-old self can be given control; I'm sure that guy can do some seriously good writing (I hope).
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catalog of august 2020
Unemployed, depressed(?) heat wave dehydrated Dreams from My Father birds d&d anxiety geri getting us a light cover front neighbors guy...
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When my life hits dull periods, I wonder if that's because life is dull a lot of the time, or because my life is dull a lot of the time....
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note: i wrote this before i saw your latest post entitled 'truths.' But reading it gave me the confidence to post this. it's ...
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Just a recap of my day. Nothing too big. There weren't any water bottles in the house, so I had to go to the supermarket at 9 pm to ge...
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