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| This is the first day of the writing addiction that I'm trying to cultivate. I've never thought about life as a farmer before, but let's hope a few weeds take root. Woody Allen is supposedly filming a movie down the street. I said I would walk down there today and try to see anything. Maybe I will. I probably won't. In the past week, I've made significant improvements in my book juggling: I'm down to two at a time. Really, two and a half. The third is more of an instruction manuel on functional life written by a psychiatrist who shares my particular kind of neurosis. |
| I just finished my Master's program two days ago and I'm getting used to not being in school for the first time in 18 years. |
| the word I always think is "love". I have absolutely no idea why. I never really believed in love, or at least the supernatural powers that people ascribe to it. but when I think I'm starting to understand something I haven't understood before, or eating a cookie with the right about of milk chocolate; that's what I think: "love" |
| "He doesn't like me because he thinks I'm sleeping with his wife." "But you are sleeping with his wife." "Yeah, but he doesn't know that; where the hell does he come off?" |
| A Sum of All My Fears turning 30 turning 24 death, but not really death, more like wasting a lifetime and good years accomplishing nothing and wallowing in crap |
| Prompt "He whispered in her ear and then walked away." Standing at the far back wall of the gallary, the sun was descending and casting red light into the dark wood panneled room. She stood looking at the lifesize painting of the museum's founder. He walked up behind her without saying a word. He had a slight smile on his face as he leaned over, "They're fake, you know." |
| A Review of a Saturday Night I don't know exactly what to make of this Saturday's production of its night time hours, but it should go without saying that it was heavily scheduled with cable television and fanficion-pornography. |
| Those Dominoes commercials that try to make the audience get to know the pizza makers and their artistic tendencies are like a strip club advertising "Hey, our girls aren't that attractive but they're good listeners" |
| writing prompt 657 Overheard Confession a confession in church? there's something sexy about that. that's what seven years at catholic school will do to ya. that and atheism. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned." "How long as it been since your last confession." "Oh, I don't remember." "Alright, just...say what you have to say." "I had an affair on purpose." "As opposed to by accident?" "Well, yeah. Most people say they're very sorry and that it just happened. I went out looking for someone to screw around with for the sole purpose of screwing around on my wife." "And why do you think you did this?" "So that I could tell her about it and watch the look on her face." |
| maybe i should write trashy versions of all my stories and all their possible plot twists. I can make Frank and Vanessa have sex in the upstairs room at the wedding; it would be their second time; they'd slept together at least a decade before. I can push Ned in front of a bus. He wouldn't get seriously hurt, just enough so that Phillipa could visit him in the hospital and perhaps subtely admit that she cares about him before giving him a sympathy screw-around. Are all my plot twists going to be about f***ing? Probably. Everybody else's are. |
| maybe i could about a list of "maybes" if i wrote a great thesis, or research project, or whatever the f*** they call it in the graduate department if i passed my comprehensive exams with "merit" and without having heart palpitations if i studied all summer and did well in the pre-med program if i got into a good medical school and liked it and got good grades and became a good physician if i could feel the smugness that only comes with having proved wrong all the people who love you if the clouded sense of inferiority that had attached itself to me sense the second grade, and probably before that, dissipated and i could accept that i might not be an imbecile |
| checking in like i promised myself. figure i can post my writing from Workshop while i edit it and write new stuff. thinking that this would be a good place to start with reviews, of actual books and the other freelancers on here. |
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