Look at me, I'm being creative.

*scribble scribble scribble*

I'm writing a thing.  I'm slamming my head into a wall, but I'm writing something.  I'm writing it, and my friend Edgar (who is livejournal-less) is illustrating.  We're not even sure if it's going to be a mini-comic or an illustrated story or a whatever-the-hell-we-want, but my point is ( Read more... )

Where was I?

I remember where I was when President Kennedy was shot; when I first heard the news. The radio was on loud enough so that I could hear the station over the noise of the tractor. My brother and I were trying to fix a thresher at the time. We got along fine, but we never really talked much. The radio was really just on to keep us ( Read more... )

I've decided against making a myspace.  That makes me a liar.

That's not to say that I won't eventually end up with one... so I guess people can add "fickle" to my list of negative traits, should I ever end up with one. (a myspace, not a list.  I'm sure there's already a list somewhere)

so...

If I ever write anything (story-wise) ever again, it might ( Read more... )

So... I sleep now.  Granted, it's at odd times, and also, for random periods of time, but I sleep.  I slept regularly (for me, anyway) while in Baton Rouge.  I sleep on a semi-regular basis since then.

Huzzah.

Did I mention I'm still alive?  In case you couldn't tell... I am.  Sort of.

"Trying to write" is not the same as "writing."  If it were, I ( Read more... )

I wrote this back at the beginning of December.  It's one of the couple of things that I'm willing to post.  Some never will be posted.  I'm not sure how to explain it, but I think I'm _afraid_ of writing... of starting up again.  I don't know.  I'm silly like that, I suppose.  Destroy it.  Tell me what you think.  (It's not insanely long; It was ( Read more... )

Trying to write... Can't write. Words wont come, and they have no intention of doing so. I miss writing. I can't force it. It never feels good to force it. I'm never, ever happy when I force it. I've actually had an idea or two, but they fizzel and die when I try to get them down... it has been so long since I've written. This whole post ( Read more... )

all that time, and my mind is blank...

and I suddenly want to look at my first Story Time... and probably edit it.

No... I didn't stop writing (not that any of you cared) but I kinda stopped posting story times. I have stuff that, for the most part, I don't feel like putting up here. I'm sure I will again, I know I want to again, I just don't know when I will ( Read more... )

An Open Boxcar

“Where are you going, Jake?”

“The train’s comin’!”

“So?”

….

“Wait for me, Jake… wait!”

Will tumbled to a stop somewhere between the end of the sidewalk and the start of the beaten path, but Jake didn’t seem to notice. The stubborn weeds refused to be tread upon. In the darkness, a handful of them reached up and grabbed a hold ( Read more... )

What have I done since I've been away ( Read more... )