(C) See what I’m talking about. My hands are shaking. I walked home. Somebody pulled over on the side of the road. Asked me where Southern is. They were looking for some liquor store. I didn’t have a clue what he was saying. I couldn’t understand him. He was slurring his words. I think he… Continue reading (C)
Month: May 2012
The Written and Spiraling Creative Staircase; this is how I write, Part 2
(…the process...and the First step is typewritten, just letting it pour out while I’m tapping my feet and having fun and just a you know make believing. Next is the first edit on the Toshiba cobalt blue, and then I reread and read and read it over about four in many strange out-loud voices. Next I use… Continue reading The Written and Spiraling Creative Staircase; this is how I write, Part 2
Glued hands, Hearing Voices, and Goodbye Maurice
I'm just typin' notes and making some books with a candle dancing and the echoes of the pipes breathing, with the clock hissing and spinning my life towards the light that will come from another one of those days, and while this happens I'm thinking about the number of seconds that will go by in my lifetime.… Continue reading Glued hands, Hearing Voices, and Goodbye Maurice
A Tuesday Spontaneous Writing, Write about Life
Below is the PDF of a short essay I wrote on this day about the pictures in this Post , I like fonts ha. I hope you enjoy it. Have a good day Society. A Spontaneous Tuesday Writing
I had to upload this somewhere
So I chose here, for now this blog is where I feel safe. ha. Having a long hard artistic day, one where you have to press on with the work side of this self created constant stream of self doubt.
Adventures In American Writing 