it's a convoluted mess
Writing is hard. It’s a very cyclical thing for me. It moves along in stages. What those stages are, how long they last, and whether or not I recognize them as they’re happening all vary on a case by case basis. Right now I’m in the JFC everything is crap stage. It happens. I’ve spent a lot of time staring at my writing folder—like I do—trying to discern what I should be working on. Truth… Keep reading…Swinging at smoke…
It’s after six in the morning. I haven’t slept. The in-laws are supposed to be coming over right around the time Bob has to leave for work so his dad can beat Joel the Obstinate and Cursed Jetta (TM) into submission. Or hook up his battery charger. Whichever. It’s Monday. I’ve been working on a story project for the past few months that is a very slow slog. I am actually quite in-like with what… Keep reading…Been off that track…
I.) I went to bed at a normal time. I even slept. And then my bladder rudely woke me up and…here I sit. Not sleeping. Whatever. II.) We went grocery shopping and I’m pretty sure my face split in half and fell off my skull between the store and the car. SO. EFFING. COLD. III.) Speaking of winter, December was a weird, WEIRD month of weather. It was mid to high 30s most of the… Keep reading…Lost something in between…
It started with a song. (Give Me Something by O.A.R.) Then another one. (Gonna Get Better by Better Than Ezra) Then a third. (Lincoln Avenue by Train) And a fourth. (Get in the Car and Drive by Blu Sanders) I had all of these independent ideas running around in my head and I had no idea what to do with them. On their own, they didn’t hold up to make a complete story. But because… Keep reading…Take the long way home…