Avoiding other people’s poetry to keep your voice “pure” is like trying to write a song without ever listening to music.

And it’s stupid.

AND STILL

They change all of their pictures now,
as if we missed the glaring bulb and jaundiced
cherubs of our youth, pickled in kitchen light.

And now you dash the digital wand across
your cheeks like we were not told age would come,
or that children will wither our hides.

I used to perform Othello for that face,
those eyes, that cut of serious lip. I ( Read more... )

I'm fairly certain I've hit my 2012 wall. The story I've been writing remains a good idea, but the timeline is killing me. Work is too hectic right now and when work gets hectic my free time gets flatlined from recuperating from shitty work days ( Read more... )

Somehow today completely washed away for me. I think I typed 300 words today...nothing. I think I've farted 300 words in my sleep. What a piss poor effort. And what do I have to show for it? Well, let's see: I could give you reviews of a couple of shoddy films (well, two were okay, "Red Lights" and "Bernie." I'm just being pissy and bitter) and the ( Read more... )

I've had a bad few days. I mean, didn't-write-anything few days. In a row. I wouldn't say I was giving up on NaNo, but I was certainly preparing the slab. I allowed my life to creep in around the edges and bleed out my drive to write. I wasn't even pretending to think about what the story might be when I returned to my computer. I was just sort of ( Read more... )

Count as of 10:20 PM = 3673 (still behind ( Read more... )

Fuck.


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Up and at 'em. It's 3:25 AM Sunday morning and I'm in my office, half awake, having rolled off of the couch and into pain. Typical. My first thought is, "I really need to try and get in the top 1000 rank on that Facebook Marvels Avengers game." My second thought is, "This is the perfect time to try and catch up on my NaNo ( Read more... )

A bust. I may have written 200 words on the third day ( Read more... )

3:16 PM ( Read more... )