Leaving it on the table has worked, some. I stop, often, as I'm walking by toward another destination (i.e., the kitchen for another piece of chocolate bar), and actually make revisions ( Read more... )

I feel like I hugged a tar baby, and now I'm stuck, arms, legs head, in this giant glob of tar that I can't get away from, and I can't manipulate it to create some coherent structure. It's just gooey all over me ( Read more... )

simple action ( Read more... )

Novel ( Read more... )

Long time,I know. I'm working out a fictional character so I can write an autobiographical fictional journal.

Weather: cool. dry.
Night.

Green.
Fiber.

Discs.

http://www.deadlounge.com/poetry/poems.html- to create your own goth poem ( Read more... )

No wonder why I am always so exhausted ( Read more... )

I'm being short because the first one didn't work. If this works I'll add more.