this journal, having been a place of
much discussion, interest and thoughtful meandering,
is now closed,
due to the further wanderings of the resident writer
now grown in a fuller and more
encompassing blog.
for the sake of past memories, however ( Read more... )

i want to come back to minimalism: the place where atmosphere provides the context, and within that context the play of meaning is free to prance and roam as it wishes.

i have the mind of a painter, but the hands of a writer.

Redid my blog tonight, in hopes that it will be more comprehensive and focused. You can read the "First Entry", as I've scrapped everything else and put the "narrative", as I called it, on a new beginning.

I also did a new painting and bought Robert Rich's Echo of Small Things album. The album's absolutely beautiful.

"Dude-we're in Heaven, and we just bopped three people!"

Best EVER.

I've watched Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey. Now I'm truly ready for college.

postmodernity is a friggen black hole.

editing is not easy, but i'm still going for it. not much rewrting, and that is good. but i am tired, and i'm ready to do something else. but i know that i must finish this, and that i will ( Read more... )

Syriana is an incredible movie…

Okay. so editing is going to take longer than I expected. But hopefully no longer than my end of august deadline will allow. first ten pages needed a whole lot of work, but i think the additions and subtractions are satisfactory. my goal is not simply to get correct punctuation-oh no, you all know how i have to overdo everything. the language ( Read more... )

at 3 AM last night, I wrote the last word to my novel, and I'm officially an author.

Children of Falin, 453 pages.

Now I have to edit the damn thing.