WANDERINGS OF A WRITER IN THE DIGITAL AGE #2

Current society level is: Keeping ship afloat.

1927 words to go…

Making an editorial decision on book. It was always supposed to be a volume based series, and at 315 pages long going to have to cut the portable A.H.K to new stuff with untitled E.P and Summer Travelin remixed version. So the Summer Travelin Book 2 remix, and Traced Measurements will be included in Vol 2 of the series, which I will call From out there, from far out there. This book will be completed by the middle of the summer. Cool. And so more…

Wanderings of a writer in the digital age #2…

On clam chowder soup:

Saving time for the consumer can be deadly. Opening soup cans, can be deadly, that is, when that tab thing breaks. Currently, I’m laughing, tapping, while bleeding, badly.

Back to looking for “normal” employment, and…

Absurd career path of the day: Assistant director of graphic design team at dog food corp.

I like the sound of the stapler… 

Sounds like, the end of productivity.

On cleanliness…

My new soap smells like grease lemons made in an auto shop. Girls tell me I smell good since I started wearing it. Dog won’t come near me. Nice

Free idea for society…

They should make cologne that smells like old book stores.

On my sleeping pattern…

Waking up at 4am is still strange. You’re tired by noon Confused by 2. Manic by 6.

On not being naked…

Got some new jeans and some t shirts the other day. Somebody said i have a cool style. I spent twenty five bucks on them. Some people spend hundreds of dollars on what they wear and still look…

My hair is getting long again. Nice. Shaved it on December 25th, ug, because watching wes anderson movies feeling bad for myself. That’s so lame. That’s back then, cool, and there’s a Spring sun today. I’m not ready for it. I’m never ready for anything.

On the tap…

Cant wait to start typing on the typewriter again. It’s been a while since I’ve been, a writer.

The creation process…

The first draft, no periods and just tap..tap…tap. that’s where love occurred so many years ago. My prose are really starting to look nice and presentable I think. I stand back and squint and they look like a beautiful block of words. I don’t know, Writing is something I always get better at. That’s why I like it.

Also…

Editing (maybe somebody said this before) is like holding your breath underwater, in a bathtub. ECHOES in ears from the curvature of porcelain.

Current society level: what’s the point?

Man, on drinking….

Alcohol gives me energy. It’s strange, works the opposite for most people. Especially when there is a full moon. I’m often, powered by the moon.

As said, I was only walking to the library looking at lake printing paper and then at bar drinking Oberon. I did that. Check. I was, drunk…

When wandering and writing and drinking, I have to remember to be…

Nicer.

It’s strange that I…

Sober up fast. I’m like a mutant. Nice.

And…

I was thinking that I really do make pretty bad decisions, constantly, but no, when I really thought about it, I cant really remember the last time I actually made a decision. Nice.

Current society level: Hold on to your butts.