Regular Movement

Today was somewhere between slug and sloth. I napped earlier in the day and I napped just before 10. 10 is when the cats get fed so you are guaranteed to get woken up. Waking up from a short nap is a…

I have watched 20 or so films directed by John Huston in the last week — most of them as part of a Criterion Channel-themed selection, and the rest hunted down for the sake of being complete. Some of them I have…

(I started writing this before the thing I posted this morning, but maybe there’s some value in it.). I’m sure I have talked about exhaustion before. It’s not always characterised by not being able to get up and do things, at least…

This year’s been a slow one in terms of writing. I have lacked not just physical energy at some points, but also the mental energy to arrange my thoughts into writing. Sitting down and slipping into a state of repeated useless actions…

the inexact language holds up a mirror cracked a willed error by a dogmatism backed a generosity of spirit lacked into the corner backed the overpainted image dead a hack writer over an exquisite corpse hacked an earworm burrowed into your head…

it’s a cold  morning you can hold your breath a mist bank moving giving shape to an easy dream it hangs like a photo on a milk wall stood dreaming it alone in a room full of people crows fly straight roman…

Sometimes your writing grows through the practice that you do and the lessons that you apply to your art. Sometimes the writing grows because you yourself go on a journey that allows growth and an increase of understanding. Sometimes it is a…

This year has been fucking exhausting. If it isn’t the bullshit engendered by being surrounded by hidden enemies who are enemies solely on the basis of not doing what is necessary not to get Covid. I have lost track of how many…

Writing about human interactions is sometimes as pleasurable as experiencing human interactions. As a writer it is easy to slip into valuing the former and casting aside the latter. Your work and your life will suffer. The ingredients for writing are life…

does ten minutes on the alarm do anything? i wake my bladder chimes in shortly after the cats are starving my wife moves to the shower because it takes her longer and i dig into that margin of comfort just deep enough…