The way I approached writing my whole life was ridiculously simple: I would write when the whim warranted or when after a great deal of time had passed without expressing words upon page. The latter would usually fall upon me something like this: I would look out from the windshield of my car while drinking [...]
New Religion
Cents of Worth
A great many ideas have come upon me over the last few weeks and none so wonderful as the realization that I have in fact, contrary to what my mind would previously allow me believe, accomplished some significant things during my time. The greatest has been the understanding that I’ve positively impacted the lives of [...]
Virtual Cornucopia
Anger Management
I haven’t been as quiet as you might have thought this week … but I have certainly been growing steadily more frustrated. On Monday, I wrote 2,500 words for “Joe” and followed that up with another 2,500 word blog entry. Where is this monster blog? Deleted into the virtual nether as all but 1,000 of [...]
Mold & Long-Moldering
It’s noisy where I live. I don’t mean where our little Cape Cod house resides in Nowhere, Virginia but rather in head. On some days, like today, it sounds like a full orchestra is falling down the stairs. Sometimes the cacophony extends for days at a time, making it virtually impossible to concentrate. During these [...]
“My Name Is Joe” Teaser
A Matter of Math & Ticks
So today was the original deadline set for the latest short’s second draft completion. As usual, I’m liable to miss my this current deadline but I do so this time without any form of outward guilt; there is of course always that twinge when you hoped to have something accomplished in a planned time but [...]
To Begin Again …
After a long period of little inspiration I’ve finally come to realize how much I miss working with words. When you’ve found what you’ve been searching for your whole life you easily slip away from the desires you use to get by without. It seems though, after long periods of time, that desire, so casually put on a shelf, hasn’t forgotten you, though you may have forgotten about it. The hunger comes back, all teeth and regret and you realize that though you have all you ever dreamed about in one hand, the other is still empty and grasping.
