Slow Moving Processes
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Last week or so, Ley discussed the external, the set-up, the before-hand motion of work. It got me thinking. Thinking about all the put together things and places I exist in, the way writing happens before it actually happens. In my bed. In this desk chair. In that shower. It got me thinking that what [...]
Oh, Why I Am a Writer
Sometimes, I like to take note from my partners in crime. Today this post idea comes from Lorelle of Phoenix Rising, based on her post, “Why I Want to Be a Writer“.
I have never not written.
I will never not write.
I have an obsession with all the places I have yet to be. An obsession [...]
J.D. Salinger Didn’t Write About the Apocalypse
disregarded stains :: featheredtar
Catcher in the Rye wasn’t my favourite story in high school. That was Shakespeare’s Julius Cesar. No, Catcher in the Rye was my second favourite story in high school. For no real good reason either. Maybe because it was current. It made sense.
To be honest, I can’t remember a thing about it. [...]
From Everything (and then nothing)
It was how we used to write.
In pairs. In sets of three. Fours and Fives and Sixes, all in a row. We wrote in competition of one another, stacking characters atop of characters and seeing who fell first and who they took with them. How high could we get. How far could we fall. [...]
The Problem With Reading
Book-Color Histogram by Patrick Gage
I have slow pupils.
This apparently isn’t even a joke. It makes reading hard. But, I’ve been told it’s more than okay to pull these glasses off of my face and jam my face into the book. The doctor said it was alright. My eyes are terrible at focusing. It’s [...]
