Writer's block...my best friend. Let's get along well shall we? Block my creative energy like a hunk of cholesterol impeding bloodflow in a feeble artery. Render my pen dry and inkless, kill my inspiration and shred my intuition to nil. To hell with you dear friend! You make me sick and ill.
But look at this! I am actually writing about my own incompetence! How wonderful it feels to actually get my fingers moving again to inscribe these immortal words onto a manuscript! My own despair is lending me creative energy to get me writing again.
Sooner or later I will stop writing. I need to read more.
Random thoughts for the random beggar. Hahahahaha! I laugh at you all.
Think you can insult me like that? You think so? Damn it, I've tried to win your love and trust! Withold all pretense and show me your inner self you coward! Hahahaha! I laugh at you all.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Beautiful
How beautiful it is to be able to share such an uplifting experience with friend and foe alike... we forget our differences and let the music play on and on and dance and sing. How beautiful...
Saturday, February 13, 2010
singin the blues
I think the worst kind of hurt is the hurt that comes with being betrayed.
Once upon a time there was a sad and lonely whale named Pat.
She hadn't always been sad and lonely, but one day the majority of her life came crashing down on her head.
Pat and Iris were the best of friends.
They could finish each others' sentences, read each others' minds, talk without speaking and burst out laughing even if their eyes just met for a moment.
They were the best of friends.
There was a series of books, called Enrique Whale and the Thief of Seaweed, that both of them were quite obsessed with. The stories were touching and involved, and the characters were spectarularly developed. Pat and Iris were so into the world of Enrique and co. that they even cast nearly the entire series of characters with whales that they both knew would fit the part. For example, an exceedingly fat and disgusting villain in Enrique's world would be cast as the exceedingly fat and disgusting whale who tortured Pat in whale school and who everyone detested.
Pat and Iris had a blast.
As they were casting this wonderful little world, the news came that a movie was being made of the book. These two whales were ecstatic. It was going to be unbelievably fun. They would be able to see what the big whale directors decided, and then decide that what they had planned was a million times better. It was the one biggest event they were looking forward to for over a year.
A year rolled around pretty quickly with laughs and excitement and more laughs and even a few changes in casting. The countdown said only two days left. Pat asked Iris eagerly, "When do you want to see it?? If it shows at midnight we have to go watch that!"
Iris laughed and then said, "Umm actually I have a whale spouting competition that day. I don't think I'll be able to see it."
Pat was crushed. But she didn't give up hope. "Tell me when you have time to see it and we'll see it then, okay?"
Iris answered, "Sure!"
The morning the movie premiered, Pat woke up early and baked kelp cookies (yes I know that sounds disgusting but I can't really think of anything else that a whale would eat for a tasty snack) for Iris, in the letters of E-N-R-I-Q-U-E--W-H-A-L-E. She swam over to Iris's house and dropped them off for her, wishing her luck at her whale spouting competition. Iris was still sleeping but Iris's mother said she'd pass the message along.
Pat spent the day trying to avoid the thought of how much fun they would have had if Iris's whale spouting competition had been on another day. She ate some bananas and chocolate, and it made her feel better. I'm sure she'll swim by tomorrow, victorious from her whale spouting competition, and we can go watch the movie to celebrate.
The next day, Pat was online (haha surfing the web) when her eye snagged on a post that Iris had written as her status message. "OMG ENRIQUE WHALE WAS AMAZING! I love that hot whale who plays Enrique!!"
A little bit of buzzing was going on in Pat's mind. Her eyes became a little fuzzy. Pat's fin twitched a little. Her heart started to pump adrenaline through her system. It felt like she was drowning, like she was fighting for air and even her whale-sized lungs were giving out because there was just no air to breathe.
Pat's mind tried to search for an explanation.
Maybe Iris had suddenly found tickets floating by on the current and it just so happened that her cell phone had been swallowed by a passing tunafish.
Maybe Iris was suffering from severe amnesia.
Maybe an vampire squid had taken Iris hostage and made her see the movie with him.
Anything and everything flew through her mind.
Anything but the obvious truth.
Iris had lied to her.
Iris didn't want her.
Iris didn't care
Once upon a time there was a sad and lonely whale named Pat.
Once upon a time there was a sad and lonely whale named Pat.
She hadn't always been sad and lonely, but one day the majority of her life came crashing down on her head.
Pat and Iris were the best of friends.
They could finish each others' sentences, read each others' minds, talk without speaking and burst out laughing even if their eyes just met for a moment.
They were the best of friends.
There was a series of books, called Enrique Whale and the Thief of Seaweed, that both of them were quite obsessed with. The stories were touching and involved, and the characters were spectarularly developed. Pat and Iris were so into the world of Enrique and co. that they even cast nearly the entire series of characters with whales that they both knew would fit the part. For example, an exceedingly fat and disgusting villain in Enrique's world would be cast as the exceedingly fat and disgusting whale who tortured Pat in whale school and who everyone detested.
Pat and Iris had a blast.
As they were casting this wonderful little world, the news came that a movie was being made of the book. These two whales were ecstatic. It was going to be unbelievably fun. They would be able to see what the big whale directors decided, and then decide that what they had planned was a million times better. It was the one biggest event they were looking forward to for over a year.
A year rolled around pretty quickly with laughs and excitement and more laughs and even a few changes in casting. The countdown said only two days left. Pat asked Iris eagerly, "When do you want to see it?? If it shows at midnight we have to go watch that!"
Iris laughed and then said, "Umm actually I have a whale spouting competition that day. I don't think I'll be able to see it."
Pat was crushed. But she didn't give up hope. "Tell me when you have time to see it and we'll see it then, okay?"
Iris answered, "Sure!"
The morning the movie premiered, Pat woke up early and baked kelp cookies (yes I know that sounds disgusting but I can't really think of anything else that a whale would eat for a tasty snack) for Iris, in the letters of E-N-R-I-Q-U-E--W-H-A-L-E. She swam over to Iris's house and dropped them off for her, wishing her luck at her whale spouting competition. Iris was still sleeping but Iris's mother said she'd pass the message along.
Pat spent the day trying to avoid the thought of how much fun they would have had if Iris's whale spouting competition had been on another day. She ate some bananas and chocolate, and it made her feel better. I'm sure she'll swim by tomorrow, victorious from her whale spouting competition, and we can go watch the movie to celebrate.
The next day, Pat was online (haha surfing the web) when her eye snagged on a post that Iris had written as her status message. "OMG ENRIQUE WHALE WAS AMAZING! I love that hot whale who plays Enrique!!"
A little bit of buzzing was going on in Pat's mind. Her eyes became a little fuzzy. Pat's fin twitched a little. Her heart started to pump adrenaline through her system. It felt like she was drowning, like she was fighting for air and even her whale-sized lungs were giving out because there was just no air to breathe.
Pat's mind tried to search for an explanation.
Maybe Iris had suddenly found tickets floating by on the current and it just so happened that her cell phone had been swallowed by a passing tunafish.
Maybe Iris was suffering from severe amnesia.
Maybe an vampire squid had taken Iris hostage and made her see the movie with him.
Anything and everything flew through her mind.
Anything but the obvious truth.
Iris had lied to her.
Iris didn't want her.
Iris didn't care
Once upon a time there was a sad and lonely whale named Pat.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Farttttt
An artist lacking inspiration is as good as dead....take me for an example. Christ, I don't know what to write about anymore. This dinky entry is all I can muster with my dissipating creative energy...blaugh
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