Today I actually did stuff. Ha. It was nice to do absolutely nothing for awhile, but I was getting restless ( Read more... )

I wrote 2,651 words today. Thank you and goodnight.

I think I've figured out how to break through writer's block. Apparently, I just need to have something else I should do instead.

I realized last night that I write because I have no sex appeal ( Read more... )

Writing makes me high. I swear I'm going to have to join a twelve-step program soon.

Serpentine

Because of this
I will miss you, sister.
Surely we shared a tryst -
those apples, our bliss.
That crushed crimson on your lips,
I shiver.

This post was brought to you by Paradise Lost. Goodnight.

I love creative writing because I love lying.

I hate creative writing because sometimes I cannot lie very well.

Today I went to a poetry reading at the Cabaret Cafe. I didn't read anything, although I certainly could have. Most of the poetry was of the telling-not-showing kind, although some of it kicked ass. An old lady who read near the beginning was the best. Her stuff was really bold and dignified. I want to be her someday ( Read more... )

*blink* Um, oh-kay ( Read more... )

Last night I couldn't fall asleep, even though I'd been exhausted all day. I decided to stay up and do my reading assignment for Creative Writing, then ended up getting inspired and writing two very short pieces. When I woke up an hour before my alarm for no apparent reason I went to the computer and wrote some more. Tonight, after Creative ( Read more... )