Distractions
(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…
Keep It Regular
(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 coldĀ 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…
I have been writing a lot. And I have published a fair bit too. There is a joy in hard work. If you write something that touches someone else then it is all the better. I have been on TikTok quite a…
I’m writing for myself. Liar. Why post it somewhere if you don’t expect someone to read it? I see you blush and smile when someone says that they like your writing. When someone says that you have moved them or said something…
can’t sit how i used to can’t shit how i used to time has abused you past habits have fused you and youth has refused you access to the fountain the inverse mountain underneath where the old mans sits and where the…
Decision Break Point. They were normally naturally occurring and the only role of a Reality Engineer would be to ensure that the narrative lines around a person were shored up well enough that they could happen. Sometimes you have to shoehorn something…