what's the opposite of writer's block?
I was awake until 6am writing last night. I got the brilliant idea to make a work of fiction out of one of my "long lost loves," and since that was decent I went on a rampage last night and started a whole new story that will take me another year to write. I'm fictionalizing my attatchment to JS, my old roomate's little brother. Luckily, my roomates all provide pleanty of fuel for a good story. Especially the brother. I must say, I have tons of love for all of the characters in my stories...especially the ones I create. People you make up are the most vile, but are always in some situation where "it's ok." I dunno. I'm attracted to the fantasy of a distorted reality. I want to write stories about Paul and John and JS and Guido, but it will take forever, and I'll end up on some teen romance shelf in barnes and nobles. So I alter everything slightly and then pow...I'm fucking Kerri from sex in the city...minus the sex. How come other girls are sluts when they get to sleep with a bunch of men, and I'm a slut when I just have the bullshit baggage that goes with fucking a man? Whatever dude, I just work here. I did find out that my ex, andi, cheated on his now girlfriend with lacy leo, who is a whore, litterally. And that when he kissed me oh so many summers ago, and stayed with me until the sun rose, atleast he wasn't with his girlfriend. I feel like Geoffrey Chaucer, and I am getting revenge on all those who fucked with me by illustrating them forever in history as physically horrible as they are emotionally. Hmmm...high school love. Has anyone ever tried to kill someone in a moment of pure passion? I wish I had some xanax.