So you want to be a writer?
Days. And days….. and days. and Days. Losing days. It’s goddamn closing in on the end of August for Christ’s sake. The shadows on my eyes are getting darker. Circles sinking in, it’s turning black. A purple pouring heavy under my skin now. Every day I know, I see I’m drifting back. I am not … Continue reading
The Proust Questionnaire
I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. I won’t sleep. It is day five of this madness and I give up. I will not lie here chasing dreams and trying to force that sleep that I know is not yet coming. So I am up, burnt out and beat and coming undone, but hell, I’m not … Continue reading
What do you mean? How do you know?
May. It is May. Holy mackerel! Somebody been stealing my time, yo. Things been happening in this life. Kerouac is still happening. I have now penned a whole 42 pages of On The Road. Working three jobs, studying, playing hockey (Go team!) and having one hundred and a million hobbies means Kerouac often gets pushed to the … Continue reading
Fitzgerald on fiction
February was a funny month. I spent it preoccupied with the wonders of working three jobs and being ill. Today I carried on with Kerouac and my progress of hand writing the thing out stands at 34 pages. I also just now stumbled across an article of advice from F. Scott Fitzgerald on how to … Continue reading
on the lam
It is the end of the first month of 2013 and amongst my many goals for this year I have indeed kept up with my Kerouac copying venture and am sitting on 25 handwritten pages of On The Road. My process has been to write a sentence at a time, period to period, and as … Continue reading
The Gull & The Gun
Today my breakfast arrived via a very strange chat to a police person. When you watch a man of the law walk to your front door first thing in the morning one will find their mind cartwheeling through a lot of bad, terrible, dark thoughts. It was like I was watching all the people I have … Continue reading
been listening 