… is always inspiring. He is the master of dialogue. Watch one of his movies if you’re looking for a quick lesson.
It is strange that something as personal as writing can still feel so impersonal. That despite the perfect clarity of the creative outlet, there is still so much kept back, so much unsaid. Even here, I cannot say what I want to say; and therefore this is not, as I once thought it would be, a sort of therapy for me. It is a simple passing of the hours.
13 consecutive days of posts, each at 7:22pm (although with this post it will be 14…). Why? I really do not know. Perhaps my life is missing structure. Did you notice? Perhaps that is also the point. How much of our lives goes unnoticed?
The great yawning unfinished unfillable chasm… at present I have 31 unfinished pieces sitting as drafts and collecting pixel dust. Does anyone else have this problem? I wonder if it means I should be writing more or writing less…
I am officially closing my old blog wordsinstrings and moving everything directly here.
We now resume our regularly scheduled programming.
‘When someone says “have a good day” I now retaliate by saying “you too”, because punching them in the face and telling them to f&!^ off is frowned upon.’
penisland.net – determinedly ignoring hyphens since 1998.