don't change horses in the middle of the stream.
The way I write draws from the wide variety of interests I keep, a little too eclectic for my own good. My love of sports, music, literature cannot leave my hands. Buster Olney and Peter Gammons, the Maharajji and Ram Das, Jim Murray, Judges Learned Hand and Cordozo, Herman Hesse, Thomas Mann, Emmanuel Kant, Soren Kierkegaard, Victor Hugo, Robert Evans, Malcolm Lowry, Robert Desnos, Louis Ferdinand Celine, Peter Dawkins, Rene Daumal, Jules Verne, Baudelaire, blah blah blah blah blah. I don't really care if the allusions are easy to get. I don't care if you know who these people are, if the names mean close to rubbish to you, or, hell, if I seem like an educated prick spouting off all he has read or simply stroking his own pen. It doesn't matter what I read or what I write, really. My reading doesn't make me a better writer and what you read doesn't make you read me better. I am not here to write about violence or sex but about human experiences, and in turn, become the hardest stories to write.
So this journal is an exercise in description, focus, and confusion, so plan accordingly and drop feedback when needed. I never wanted to come back to this, hell it was dead. But I write more on here than I do in my moleskin.
Sometimes it's more about the journey than the destination. These are old words, probably tossed around tens of thousands of years ago, to either justify hardship, pain, travel, what have you. For some people, the destination justifies the journey, and others relish the journey. Most religions grapple with this universal problem, some saying the destination justifies the journey, others, the journey is the destination.
And me? I flew to Mexico City just to drive to Acapulco. I'd fly to Los Angeles just to drive to San Francisco. I'm going to fly to Arkansas just to drive to Florida. What I would do for the sun.
For you creative writers.
So this journal is an exercise in description, focus, and confusion, so plan accordingly and drop feedback when needed. I never wanted to come back to this, hell it was dead. But I write more on here than I do in my moleskin.
Sometimes it's more about the journey than the destination. These are old words, probably tossed around tens of thousands of years ago, to either justify hardship, pain, travel, what have you. For some people, the destination justifies the journey, and others relish the journey. Most religions grapple with this universal problem, some saying the destination justifies the journey, others, the journey is the destination.
And me? I flew to Mexico City just to drive to Acapulco. I'd fly to Los Angeles just to drive to San Francisco. I'm going to fly to Arkansas just to drive to Florida. What I would do for the sun.
For you creative writers.