So it goes, so it goes, so it goes, so it goes. Where it's going, no one knows.
It seems like every other post I make on this baby is me saying how I should post more often.
But recently I've come into contact with many good folk who stilll seem ot use this thing, and it makes me want a part of the action again.
This system is a relic of my past, there are so many other ways for me to put my thoughts out into cyberspace now. Livejournal is kind of like the velveteen rabbit, a misplaced and forgotten childhood toy which I'm now rediscovering.
How can I possibly recount the events of everything since I've last posted?
Who is Knave Murdok? We figured that out, he's the Mad Arab, but everyone around here just calls him Bloody Holly.
Book one was published and mass produced. I have sold all but 14 copies now, i have the alternative Press Expo to thank for that. i'm supposed to have Book two out by Christmas is life doesn't get in the way too much.
I just got in a big, bad car accident on Wednesday. I crawled away with my life and uninjured, thank God, but sadly my ol' autocar has bitten the dust. Let this be a lesson. If you own a car and you haven't named it, and then someone asks you what it's name is, don't just make one up, it's probably bad luck. Also: Carry sunglasses with you at all times, it might save your life, plus it makes you look damn sexy.
I have loved and I have lost, and for some reason it never stops hurting.
I am trying to teach myself to begin trusting again, but I don't have that good a teacher.
Maybe someday I will be able to look eye to eye with a woman and not think about the ways she is waiting to hurt me.
Maybe someday I will be able to look eye to eye with myself in the mirror and be able to admit that I don't deserve to be hurt. I will realize I deserve so much better than what I've had. I can leave my past of drug addicts, liars and really good actresses well behind me.
When that day comes, I'll be sure to let all of you know.
We'll have a party.
I think it was Van Gogh who said once in a letter to his brother that he didn't want to be known as an unfortunate person, because the unfortunate events of his life gave his the mental fuel he needed to see and create his glorious works of art.
I don't want to sound like that artist who is so full of themselves that he's comparing his work to that of a master like Van Gogh. But I do however relate to his outlook and his situation. When i am in turmoil, I draw, and when i draw, my turmoil seems... not so bad anymore. For this reason, i am not an unfortunate person.
But recently I've come into contact with many good folk who stilll seem ot use this thing, and it makes me want a part of the action again.
This system is a relic of my past, there are so many other ways for me to put my thoughts out into cyberspace now. Livejournal is kind of like the velveteen rabbit, a misplaced and forgotten childhood toy which I'm now rediscovering.
How can I possibly recount the events of everything since I've last posted?
Who is Knave Murdok? We figured that out, he's the Mad Arab, but everyone around here just calls him Bloody Holly.
Book one was published and mass produced. I have sold all but 14 copies now, i have the alternative Press Expo to thank for that. i'm supposed to have Book two out by Christmas is life doesn't get in the way too much.
I just got in a big, bad car accident on Wednesday. I crawled away with my life and uninjured, thank God, but sadly my ol' autocar has bitten the dust. Let this be a lesson. If you own a car and you haven't named it, and then someone asks you what it's name is, don't just make one up, it's probably bad luck. Also: Carry sunglasses with you at all times, it might save your life, plus it makes you look damn sexy.
I have loved and I have lost, and for some reason it never stops hurting.
I am trying to teach myself to begin trusting again, but I don't have that good a teacher.
Maybe someday I will be able to look eye to eye with a woman and not think about the ways she is waiting to hurt me.
Maybe someday I will be able to look eye to eye with myself in the mirror and be able to admit that I don't deserve to be hurt. I will realize I deserve so much better than what I've had. I can leave my past of drug addicts, liars and really good actresses well behind me.
When that day comes, I'll be sure to let all of you know.
We'll have a party.
I think it was Van Gogh who said once in a letter to his brother that he didn't want to be known as an unfortunate person, because the unfortunate events of his life gave his the mental fuel he needed to see and create his glorious works of art.
I don't want to sound like that artist who is so full of themselves that he's comparing his work to that of a master like Van Gogh. But I do however relate to his outlook and his situation. When i am in turmoil, I draw, and when i draw, my turmoil seems... not so bad anymore. For this reason, i am not an unfortunate person.