This visual celibacy is turning me adolescent, in that period just before you figure out how to see any contortion of muscles and skin, configurations of face and hair and situation that you might desire.  That exciting mystery when any hint of flesh induces shivers and half understood imaginings.  This attempt at Freudian sublimation is more ( Read more... )

You have no idea how much it hurts to have your faith broken. You are so dreadful for smothering out that flame that burned in me. Now I am lost, without direction, without a creed or a god or church. I haven't much of a concept of what I believe in these days. I do not know if there is such a thing as universal love. I do not know if my ( Read more... )

Reading works by good writers reminds me that I too could be a good writer if I could just focus myself and write.

Reading guides on good writers makes my eyes turn the size of saucers and makes me realize how much more I could improve if I put even more thought into it.  So I read...

And I read... and I think...

And I read, until I'm completely ( Read more... )