it's a convoluted mess
My senior year of high school I started writing a story I eventually titled Chances Are. I put a lot of work into planning it, but I didn’t make too much progress on the actual writing. Then I graduated from high school, quit my job at Menards, and spent five months on a hiatus from productivity. In those fives months, I worked on that story. I wrote. I planned. I spent time working on it… Keep reading…Chances Are…
I started out writing a post and it turned into one giant bitch-fest. I decided to abandon that one. Because while the occasional bitch-fest is therapeutic, that one was fucking obnoxious. I’ve been trying to compose a “real” post for awhile and…I got nothing. Sure I have plenty of things to write about. I just can’t compose a coherent post. So I just don’t write anything. Oh I’ve been writing. I’ve been doing a lot… Keep reading…Don’t wanna dance…
I’ve been trying to write this…scene in my current story project. It hasn’t been working out very well. It keeps coming out all awkward and wrong and it just feels weird and off. I decided to go back to an old project to where I wrote a similar (but altogether different) scenario to see how I’d written that one. It gave me a few ideas, but it still didn’t help the awkwardness of the current… Keep reading…Somewhere in the sands of time…
I have about five posts sitting in drafts right now. They are all unposted because they are all completely incoherent. I’ve been trying to write here, to no avail. So this is what I come up with. Crap. Right then. My writing, however, is actually going okay. So at least I’ve got that going for me. Which is nice. —
Bob is on vacation this week. I am getting spoiled all over again. After three years you’d think we’d be dying for some time apart. No. Not so much. The more time I spend with him, the more time I want to spend with him. After ten days joined at the hip (get your minds out of the gutter you dirty little pigs) when he goes back to work on Monday I will be lonely… Keep reading…Getaway…or get away…
I had an odd dream one night last week that left me wondering if I could somehow use a piece of it in a story. It jabbed me in the side of the brain constantly for a few days and the next thing I knew, I had one of my “Never See the Light of Day” projects sitting in front of me. One of those story lines that is so ridiculous I would never let… Keep reading…Guess I needed something new…